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XTbe Song ot 



HlylJVATHA 



BY 



Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 



MINNEHAHA EDITION 
With Illustrations. 






CHICAGO: 
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SONG OF HIAWATHA, 

BY 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 



Minnehaha Edition, 

Copyright 1898. 



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INTRODUCTORY NOTE. 



The Song of Hiawatha first appeared in 1855. In 
it Mr. Longfellow has woven together the beautiful 
traditions of the American Indians into one grand 
and delightful epic poem. The melodies of its rhythm 
and measure flow from his classic pen in unison with 
the hoof-beats of the bison, the tremulous thunder 
of the Falls of Minnehaha, the paddle strokes of the 
Indian canoeist, and he has done more to immor- 
talize in song and story the life and environments of 
the red man of America than any other writer, save 
perhaps J. Fenimore Cooper. It was from a perusal 
of the Finnish epic "Kalevala" that both the meas- 
ure and the style of "Hiawatha" was suggested to 
Mr. Longfellow. In fact, it miglit appropriately he 
named the "Kalevala" of North America. Mr. 
Longfellow derived his knowledge of Indian leg- 
ends from Schoolcraft's Algic Researches and other 
books, from Heckewelder's Narratives, from Black 
Hawk, with hi: display of Sacs and Foxes on B.oston 
Common, and from the Ojibway chief, Kahge-ga- 
gak-opwh, whom he entertained at his own home. 

Hiawatha had a wide circulation, both in America 
and Europe, and was universally admired by readers 
and critics on both Continents. Large audiences 
gathered to hear it read by public readers. It was 
set to music by Stoepel, and at the Boston Theater 
it was rendered with explanatory readings by the 
famous elocutionist, Matilda Heron. The highest 
encomiums were passed upon it by such critics of 



INTKODUCTOKV NOTK. 

ripe scholarship as Emerson and Hawthorne. A 
part of it was translated into Latin and used as an 
academic text book. Those who wish to read more 
about it will find interest and pleasure in perusing 
the masterly criticisms of Dr. O. W. Holmes in the 
Annals of the Massachusetts Historical Society, and 
that of Horatio Hale in the Proceedings of the 
American Association for the Advancement of 
Science, 1881, 



CONTENTS. 



PAGE. 

Introduction 7 

Canto I. The Peace-Pipe . . _ n 

" II. The Four Winds - - - - 17 

" III. Hiawatha's Childhood - - 27 

" IV. Hiawatha and Mudjekeewis - 35 

" V. Hiawatha's Fasting - - 45 

" VI. Hiawatha's Friends - - - 54 

" VII. Hiawatha's Sailing - - - 60 

" VIII. Hiawatha's Fishing - - - C5 

" IX. Hiawatha and the Pearl-Feather 73 

" X. Hiawatha's Wooing - - - 83 

" XI. Hiawatha's Wedding Feast - 92 

" XII. The Son of the Evening Star - 101 

" XIII. Blessing the Cornfields - 113 

" XIV. Picture-Writing - . _ 121 

" XV. Hiawatha's Lamentation - 127 

XVI. Pau-puk-Keewis - - - - 134 

" XVII. The Hunting of Pau-puk-Keewis 142 

" XVIII. The Death of Kwasind - - 154 

XIX. The Ghosts - - - - 158 

XX. The Famine 166 

XXI. The White Man's Foot - - 172 

" XXII. Hiawatha's Departure - - 180 




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THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 




INTRODUCTION. 

HOULD you ask me, 

whence these stories? 

Whence these legends and 

traditions, 

With the odors of the forest. 

With the dew and damp of 

meadows, 

With the curHng smoke of 

wigwams, 5 

With the rushing of great 

rivers. 

With their frequent repetitions. 

And their wild reverberations, 

\ As of thunder in the mountains? 

I should answer, I should tell you, 10 

''From the forests and the prairies, 

From the great lakes of the Northland, 

From the land of the Ojibways, 

From the land of the Dacotahs, 

From the mountains, moors, and fen-lands, 15 

Where the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, 

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8 INTRODUCTION. 

Feeds among the reeds and rushes. 

I repeat them as I heard them 

From the hps of X^awadaha. 

The musician, the sweet singer." 20 

Should you ask where Nawadaha 
Found these songs so wild and wayward, 
Found these legends and traditions, 
I should answer, I should tell you, 
"In the bird's-nests of the forest, 25 

In the lodges of the beaver, 
In the hoof-prints of the bison, 
In the eyry of the eagle! 

"All the wild-fowl sang them to him, 
In the moorlands and the fen-lands, 30 

In the melancholy marshes; 
Chetowaik, the plover, sang them, 
Mahn, the loon, the wild goose, Wawa, 
The blue heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah 
And the grouse, the Mushkodasa!" 35 

If still further you should ask me. 
Saying, ''Who was Nawadaha? 
Tell us of this Nawadaha," 
I should answer your inquiries 
Straightway in such words as follow. 40 

'Tn the Vale of Tawasentha, 
In the green and silent valley, 
By the pleasant water-courses, 
Dwelt the singer Nawadaha. 
Round about the Indian village 45 

Spread the meadows and the cornfields. 
And beyond them stood the forest, 
Stood the groves of singing pine-trees, 
Green in Summer, white in Winter, 
Fvcr sighing, ever singing. 50 



INTRODUCTION. 9 

''And the pleasant water-courses, 
You could trace them through the valley, 
By the rushing in the Spring-time, 
By the alders in the Summer, 
By the white fog in the Autumn, 55 

By the black line in the Winter; 
And beside them dwelt the singer, 
In the vale of Tawasentha, 
In the green and silent valley. 

'There he sang of Hiawatha, 60 

Sang the Song of Hiawatha, 
Sang his wondrous birth and'being, 
How he prayed and how he fasted, 
How he lived, and toiled, and suffered, 
That the tribes of men might prosper, 65 

That he might advance his people!" 

Ye who love the haunts of Nature, \ 
Love the sunshine of the meadow, \ 
Love the shadow of the forest, ^ 

Love the wind among the branches, 70 

And the rain-shower and the snow-storm, 
And the rushing of great rivers \ 

Through their palisades of pine-trees, j 
And the thunder in the mountains, 
Whose innumerable echoes 75 

Flap like eagles in their eyries; — 
Listen to these wild traditions. 
To this Song of Hiawatha! 

Ye who love a nation's legends. 
Love the ballads of a people, 80 

That like voices from afar of¥ 
Call to us to pause and listen, 
Speak in tones so plain and childlike, 
Scarcely can the ear distinguish 



10 INTRODUCTION. 

W'lutluT they are sunji^ or spoken; — 85 

Listen to this Indian I.ec^end, 
To this Song of Hiawatha! 

Ye whose hearts are fresh and simple, 
Who have faith in God and Nature, 
Who beHeve that in all ages 90 

Every human heart is human. 
That in even savage bosoms 
There are longings, yearnings, strivings 
For the good they comprehend not, 
That the feeble hands and helpless, 95 

Groping blindly in the darkness. 
Touch God's right hand in that darkness, 
And are lifted up and strengthened; — 
Listen to this simple story, 
To this song of Hiawatha! 100 

Ye who sometimes, in your rambles 
Through the green lanes of the country, 
Where the tangled barberry-bushes 
Hang their tufts of crimson berries 
Over stone walls gray with mosses, 105 

Pause by some neglected graveyard. 
For a while to muse, and ponder 
On a half-effaced inscription, 
Written with little skill of song-craft, 
Homely phrases, but each letter no 

Full of hope and yet of heart-break, 
¥u\\ of all the tender pathos 
Of the Here and the Hereafter; — 
Stay and read this rude inscription, 
Read this song of Hiawatha! 115 



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THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 




I. 



THE PEACE-PIPE. 

N the Mountains of the 

Prairie, 
On the great Red Pipe- 
stone Quarry, 
Gitche Manito, the 
mighty, 

He the Master of Life, descending. 
On the red crags of the quarry 5 

Stood erect, and cahed the nations, 
Called the tribes of men together. 

From his footprints flowed a river. 
Leaped into the light of morning, 
O'er the precipice plunging downward lo 

Gleamed like Ishkoodah, the comet. 
And the Spirit, stooping earthward, 
With his finger on the meadow 
Traced a winding pathway for it, 
Saying to it, "Run in this way!" 15 

From the red stone of the quarry 
With his hand he broke a fragment, 
Moulded it into a pipe-head. 

Shaped and fashioned it with figures ; 

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12 INTRODUCTION. 

From the niarj^in of the river 20 

Took a loiii^' reed for a i)ipe-steni. 

With its dark ^reen leaves upon it, 

Filled the pipe with hark of willow. 

With the bark of the red willow; 

Breathed upon the neighboring forest, 25 

Made its great boughs chafe together, 

Till in flame they burst and kindled; 

And erect upon the mountains, 

Gitche Manito, the mighty, 

Smoked the calumet, the Peace-Pipe, 30 

As a signal to the nations. 

And the smoke rose slowly, slowly, 
Through the tranquil air of morning, 
First a single line of darkness, 
Then a denser, bluer vapor, 35 

Then a snow-white cloud unfolding. 
Like the tree-tops of the forest. 
Ever rising, rising, rising, 
Till it touched the top of heaven. 
Till it broke against the heaven, 40 

And rolled outward all around it. 



From the A'ale of Tawasentha, 
From the Valley of Wyoming, 
From the groves of Tuscaloosa, 
From the far-off Rocky Mountains, 45 

From the Northern lakes and rivers. 
All the tribes beheld the signal 
Saw the distant smoke ascending, 
The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe. 

And the Pro])hets of the nations 50 

Said; "Behold it, the Pukwana! 



INTRODUCTION. 13 

By this signal from afar off, 

Bending like a wand of willow, 

Waving like a hand that beckons, 

Gitclie Manito, the mighty, 55 

Calls the tribes of men together. 

Calls the warriors to his council!" 

Down the rivers, o'er the prairies, 
Came the warriors of the nations, 
Came the Delawares and Mohawks, 60 

Came the Choctaws and Camanches, 
Came the Shoshonies and Blackfeet, 
Came the Pawnees and Omahas, 
Came the Mandans and Dacotahs, 
Came the Hurons and Ojibways, 65 

All the warriors drawn together 
By the signal of the Peace-Pipe, 
To the Mountains of the Prairie, 
To the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry. 

And they stood there on the meadow, 70 
With their weapons and their war-gear, 
Painted like the leaves of Autumn, 
Painted like the sky of morning. 
Wildly glaring at each other; 
In their faces stern defiance, 75 

In their hearts the feuds of ages. 
The hereditary hatred. 
The ancestral thirst of vengeance. 

Gitche Manito, the mighty. 
The creator of the nations, 80 

Looked upon them with compassion. 
With paternal love and pity; 
Looked upon their wrath and wrangling 
But as quarrels among children. 
But as feuds and fights of children! 85 



14 TITR SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

( )vcr ilu'in he stretched liis rii^ht hand, 
To subdue their stubborn natures, 
To allay their thirst and fever. 
By the shadow of his right hand; 
Spake to them with voice majestic 90 

As the sound of far-off waters 
Falling into deep abysses, 
Warning, chiding, spake in this wise: — 

"O my children! my poor children! 
Listen to the words of wisdom, 95 

Listen to the words of warning. 
From the lips of the Great Spirit, 
From the Master of Life, who made you! 

*T have given you lands to hunt in, 
I have given you streams to fish in, 100 

I have given you bear and bison, 
I have given you roe and reindeer, 
I have given you brant and beaver. 
Filled the marshes full of wild fowl, 
Filled the rivers full of fishes; 105 

Why then arc you not contented? 
Why then will you hunt each other? 

"I am weary of your quarrels. 
Weary of your wars and bloodshed. 
Weary of your prayers for vengeance, 1 10 

Of your wranglings and dissensions; 
All your strength is in your union. 
All your danger is in discord; 
Therefore be at peace henceforward. 
And as brothers live together. 115 

*T will send a Prophet to you, 
A Deliverer of the nations, 
Who shall guide you and shall teach you, 
Who shall toil and suffer with vou. 



TliE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 15 

If you listen to his counsels, I20 

You will multiply and prosper; 
If his warnings pass unheeded, 
You will fade away and perish! 

"Bathe now in the stream before you, 
Wash the war-paint from your faces, 125 

Wash the blood-stains from your fingers, 
Bury your war-clubs and your weapons. 
Break the red stone from this quarry. 
Mould and make it into Peace-Pipes, 
Take the reeds that grow beside you, 130 

Deck them with your brightest feathers, 
Smoke the calumet together, 
And as brothers live henceforward!" 

Then upon the ground the warriors 
Threw their cloaks and shirts of deer-skin, 135 
Threw their weapons and their war-gear, 
Leaped into the rushing river. 
Washed the war-paint from their faces. 
Clear above them flowed the water. 
Clear and limpid from the footprints 140 

Of the Master of Life descending; 
Dark below them flowed the water. 
Soiled and stained with streaks of crimson. 
As if blood were mingled with it! 

From the river came the warriors, 145 

Clean and washed from all their war-paint ; 
On the banks their clubs they buried, 
Buried all their warlike weapons, 
Gitche Manito, the mighty. 
The Great Spirit, the creator, ■ 150 

Smiled upon his helpless children! 

And in silence all the warriors 
Broke the red stone of the quarry. 



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Smoothed and formed it into Peace-Pipes, 
Broke the long reeds by the river, 155 

Decked them with their brightest feathers, 
And departed each one homeward, 
While the Master of Life, ascending, 
Through the opening of cloud-curtains, 
Through the doorways of the heaven, 160 
Vanished from before their faces, 
In the smoke that rolled around him, 
The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe! 




"Break the red stone from this quarry, 
Mould and make it into Peace-Pipcs.' 




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"I have given you bear and bison." 




II. 



THE FOUR WINDS. 

ONOR be to Mudje- 

keewis!" 
Cried the warriors, 
cried the old 
men, 

When he came in triumph homeward 
With the sacred Beh of Wampum, 
From the regions of the North-Wind, 5 

From the kingdom of Wabasso, 
From the land of the White Rabbit. 

He had stolen the Belt of Wampum 
From the neck of Mishe-Mokwa, 
From the Great Bear of the mountains, lo 
From the terror of the nations. 
As he lay asleep and cumbrous 
On the summit of the mountains, 
Like a rock with mosses on it, 
Spotted brown and gray with mosses. 15 

Silently he stole upon him, 

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l8 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Till the red nails of the monster 

Almost touched him, almost scared him, 

Till the hot breath of his nostrils 

Warmed the hands of Mudjekeewis, 20 

As he drew the Belt of Wampum 

Over the round ears, that heard not. 

Over the small eyes, that saw not, 

Over the long nose and nostrils. 

The black muffle of the nostrils, 25 

Out of which the heavy breathing 

Warmed the hands of Mudjekeewis. 

Then he swung aloft his war-club. 
Shouted loud and long his war-cry, 
Smote the mighty Mishe-Mokwa 30 

In the middle of the forehead. 
Right between the eyes he smote him. 

With the heavy blow bewildered, 
Rose the Great Bear of the mountains; 
But his knees beneath him trembled, 35 

And he whimpered like a woman. 
As he reeled and staggered forward, 
As he sat upon his haunches; 
And the mighty Mudjekeewis, 
Standing fearlessly before him, 40 

Taunted him in loud derision. 
Spake disdainfully in this wise: — 

"Hark you, JJear! you are a coward, 
yVnd no Brave, as you pretended; 
Else you would not cry and whimper 45 

Like a misera1)lc woman! 
Bear! you know our tribes are hostile. 
Long have been at war together; 
Now you find that we are strongest. 
You go sneaking in the forest, 50 

You go hiding in the mountains! 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 19 

Had you conquered me in battle 

Not a groan would I have uttered; 

But you, Bear! sit here and whimper, 

And disgrace your tribe by crying, 55 

Like a wretched Shaugodaya, 

Like a cowardly old woman!" 

Then again he raised his war-club, 
Smote again the Mishe-Mokwa 
In the middle of his forehead, 60 

Broke his skull, as ice is broken 
When one goes to fish in Winter. 
Thus was slain the Mishe-Mokwa, 
He the Great Bear of the mountains, 
He the terror of the nations. 65 

''Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" 
With a shout exclaimed the people, 
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis! 
Henceforth he shall be the West- Wind, 
And hereafter and forever 70 

Shall he hold supreme dominion 
Over all the winds of heaven. 
Call him no more Mudjekeewis, 
Call him Kabeyun, the West-Wind!" 

Thus was Mudjekeewis chosen 75 

Father of the Winds of Heaven. 
For himself he kept the West- Wind, 
Gave the others to his children; 
Unto Wabun gave the East- Wind, 
Gave the South to Shawondasee, 80 

And the North-Wind, wild and cruel, 
To the fierce Kabibonokka. 

Young and beautiful was Wabun; 
He it was who brought the morning, 
He it was whose silver arrows 85 



20 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Chased the dark o'er hill and valley ; 
He it was whose -cheeks were painted 
With the brig-htest streaks of crimson, 
And whose voice awoke the village. 
Called the deer, and called the hunter. 90 

Lonely in the sky was W'abun ; 
Though the birds sang gayly to him, 
Though the wild-flowers of the meadow 
Filled the air with odors for him, 
Though the forests and the rivers 95 

Sang and shouted at his coming, 
Still his heart was sad within him, 
For he was alone in heaven. 

But one morning, gazing earthward, 
While the village still was sleeping, 100 

And the fog lay on the river. 
Like a ghost, that goes at sunrise, 
He beheld a maiden walking 
All alone upon a meadow. 
Gathering water-flags and rushes • 105 

By a river in the meadow. 
\ Every morning, gazing earthward, 
Still the first thing he beheld there 
Was her blue eyes looking at him, 
Two blue lakes among the rushes. 1 10 

And he loved the lonely maiden, 
Who thus waited for his coming; 
For they both were solitary. 
She on earth and he in heaven. 

And he wooed her with caresses, 115 

Wooed her with his smile of sunshine. 
With his flattering words he wooed her, 
With his sighing and his singing, 
Gentlest whispers in the branches. 



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Softest music, sweetest odors, 120 

Till he drew her to his bosom, 

Folded in his robes of crimson, 

Till into a star he changed her, \' 

TrembHng still upon his bosom; 

And forever in the heavens 125 

They are seen together walking, 

Waban and the Wabun-Annung, 

Wabun and the Star of Morning. 

But the fierce Kabibonokka 
Had his dwelling among icebergs, 130 

In the everlasting snow-drifts, 
In the kingdom of Wabasso, 
In the land of the White Rabbit. 
He it was whose hand in Autumn 
Painted all the trees with scarlet, 135 

Stained the leaves with red and yellow; 
He it was who sent the snow-flakes. 
Sifting, hissing through the forest. 
Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers. 
Drove the loon and sea-gull southward, 140 
Drove the cormorant and curlew 
To their nests of sedge and sea-tang 
In the realms of Shawondasee. 

Once the fierce Kabibonokka 
Issued from his lodge of snow-drifts, 145 

From his home among the icebergs, 
And his hair, with snow besprinkled, 
Streamed behind him like a river. 
Like a black and wintry river. 
As he howled and hurried southward, 150 

Over frozen lakes and moorlands. 

There among the reeds and rushes 
Found he Shingebis, the diver, 



22 THE SONG OF IIIAW ATUA. 

Trailing strings of fish behind him, 

O'er the frozen fens and moorlands, 155 

Lingering still among the moorlands, 

Though his tribe had long departed 

To the land of Shawondasee. 

Cried the fierce Kabibonokka, 
*'\Vho is this that dares to brave me? 160 

Dares to stay in my dominions. 
When the Wawa has departed. 
When the wild-goose has gone southward, 
And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, 
Long ago departed southward? 165 

I will go into his wigwam, 
I will put his smouldering fire out!" 

And at night Kabibonokka 
To the lodge came wild and wailing. 
Heaped the snow in drifts about it, 170 

Shouted down into the smoke-flue, 
Shook the lodge-poles in his fury. 
Flapped the curtain of the door-way. 
Shingebis, the diver, feared not, 
Shingcbis, the diver, cared not; 175 

Four great logs had he for fire-wood, 
One for each moon of the winter, 
And for food the fishes served him. 
By his blazing fire he sat there. 
Warm and merry, eating, laughing, 180 

Singing, ' O Kabibonokka, 
You are but my fellow-mortal!" 

Then Kabibonokka entered, 
And though Shingebis, the diver, 
Felt his presence by the coldness, 185 

Felt his icy breath upon him, 
Still he did not cease his singing. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 23 

Still he did not leave his laughing, 

Only turned the log a little, 

Only made the fire burn brighter, 190 

Made the sparks fly up the smoke-flue. 

From Kabibonokka's forehead, 
From his snow-besprinkled tresses, 




"I have given you streams to fish in." 
Drops of sweat fell fast and heavy. 
Making dints upon the ashes, 195 

As along the eaves of lodges, 
As from drooping boughs of hemlock, 
Drips the melting snow in spring-time, 
Making hollows in the snow-drifts. 

Till at last he rose defeated, 200 



24 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Could not bear the heat and laughter, 

Could not bear the merry singing, 

But rushed headlong through the door-way, 

Stamped upon the crusted snow-drifts, 

Stamped upon the lakes and rivers, 205 

Made the snow upon them harder. 

Made the ice upon them thicker, 

Challenged Shingebis, the diver, 

To come forth and wrestle with him. 

To come forth and wrestle naked 210 

On the frozen fens and moorlands. 

Forth went Shingebis, the diver. 
Wrestled all night with the North-Wind, 
Wrestled naked on the moorlands 
With the fierce Kabibonokka, 215 

Till his panting breath grew fainter, 
Till his frozen grasp grew feebler, 
Till he reeled and staggered backward, 
And retreated, baffled, beaten. 
To the kingdom of Wabasso, 220 

To the land of the White Rabbit, 
Hearing still the gusty laughter. 
Hearing Shingebis, the diver. 
Singing, "O Kabibonokka, 
You are l)ut my .fellow-mortal!" 225 

Shawondasec, fat and lazy, — 
Had his dwelling far to southward. 
In the drowsy, dreamy sunshine, 
In the never-ending Summer. 
He it was who sent the wood-birds, 230 

Sent the Opechee, the robin. 
Sent the bluebird, the Owaissa, 
Sent the Shawshaw, sent the swallow, 
Sent the wild-goose, Wawa, northward. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 25 

Sent the melons and tobacco, 235 

And the grapes in purple clusters. 

From his pipe the smoke ascending 
Filled the sky with haze and vapor, 
Filled the air with dreamy softness. 
Gave a twinkle to the water. 240 

Touched the rugged hills with smoothness, 
Brought the tender Indian Summer 
To the melancholy North-land, 
In the dreary Moon of Snow-shoes. 

Listless, careless Shawondasee! 245 

In his life he had one shadow, 
In his heart one sorrow had he. 
Once, as he was gazing northward, 
Far away upon a prairie 

He beheld a maiden standing, 250 

Saw a tall and slender maiden 
All alone upon a prairie; 
Brightest green were all her garments, 
And her hair was like the sunshine. 

Day by day he gazed upon her, 255 

Day by day he sighed with passion, 
Day by day his heart within him 
Grew more hot with love and longing 
For the maid with yellow tresses. 
But he was too fat and lazy 260 

To bestir himself and woo her; 
Yes, too indolent and easy 
To pursue her and persuade her. 
So he only gazed upon her, 
Only sat and sighed with passion 265 

For the maiden of the prairie. 

Till one morning, looking northward, 
He beheld her yellow tresses 
Changed and covered o'er with whiteness, 



26 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Covered as with whitest snow-tlakes. 270 

"Ah! my brother from the North-land, 
From the kingdom of Wabasso, 
From the land of the White Rabbit! 
You have stolen the maiden from me, 
You have laid your hand upon her, 275 

You have wooed and won my maiden, 
With your stories of the North-land!" 

Thus the wretched Shawondasee 
Breathed into the air his sorrow^; 
And the South-Wind o'er the prairie 280 

Wandered warm with sighs of passion, 
W'ith the sighs of Shawondasee, 
Till the air seemed full of snow-flakes, 
Full of thistle-down the prairie, 
And the maid with hair like sunshine 285, 

Vanished from his sight forever; 
Never more did Shawondasee 
See the maid with yellow tresses! 

Poor, deluded Shawondasee! 
'T was no woman that you gazed at, 290 

'T was no maiden that you sighed for, 
'T was the prairie dandelion 
That through all the dreamy Summer 
You had gazed at with such longing. 
You had sighed for with such passion, 295 
And had puffed away forever. 
Blown into the air with sighing. 
Ah! deluded Shawondasee! 

Thus the Four Winds were divided; 
Thus the sons of Mudjekeewis 300 

Had their stations in the heavens. 
At the corners of the heavens; 
For himself the West-Wind only 
Kept the mighty Mudjekeewis. 





III. 

HIAWATHA'S 

CHILDHOOD. 

OWNWARD through 
the evening twi- 
Hght, 
In the days that are 
forgotten, 
In the unremembered ages, 
From the full moon fell Nokomis, 
Fell the beautiful Nokomis, 5 

She a wife but not a mother. 

She was sporting with her women, 
Swinging in a swing of grape-vines, 
When her rival, the rejected. 
Full of jealousy and hatred, lo 

Cut the leafy swing asunder. 
Cut in twain the twisted grape-vines, 
And Nokomis fell affrighted 
Downward through the evening twilight, 
On the Muskoday, the meadow, 15 

On the prairie full of blossoms 
*'See! a star falls!" said the people; 
*'From the sky a star is falling!" 

There among the ferns and mosses. 
There among the prairie lilies, 20 

27 



28 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Oil the ^luskoday, the meadow, 

In the nioonHg^ht and the starHght, 

Fair Nokomis bore a daughter. 

And she called her name Wenonah, 

As the first-born of her daughters. 25 

And the daughter of Nokomis 

Grew up like the prairie lilies, 

Grew a tall and slender maiden, 

With the beauty of the moonlight, 

With the beauty of the starlight. 30 

And Nokomis warned her often, 
Saying oft, and oft repeating, 
''Oh, beware of Mudjekeewis, 
Of the West-Wind, Mudjekeewis; 
Listen not to what he tells you ; 35 

Lie not down upon the meadow, 
Stoop not down among the lilies. 
Lest the West- Wind come and harm you!" 

But she heeded not the warning, 
Heeded not those words of wisdom. 40 

And the West-Wind came at evening. 
Walking lightly o'er the prairie. 
Whispering to the leaves and blossoms. 
Bending low the flowers and grasses, 
Found the beautiful Wenonah, 45 

Lying there among the lilies. 
Wooed her with his words of sweetness. 
Wooed her with his soft caresses. 
Till she bore a son in sorrow. 
Bore a son of love and sorrow, 50 

Thus was born my Hiawatha, 
Thus was born the child of wonder; 
But the daughter of Nokomis, 
Hiawatha's gentle mother. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 29 

In her anguish died deserted 55 

By the West- Wind, false and faithless, 
By the heartless Mudjekeewis. 

For her daughter, long and loudly 
Wailed and wept the sad Nokomis; 
*'Oh that I were dead!" she murmured, 60 

*'Oh that I were dead, as thou art! 
No more work, and no more weeping, 
Wahonowin! Wahonowin!" 

By the shores of Gitche Gumee, 
By the shining Big-Sea- Water, 65 

Stood the wigwam of Nokomis 
Daughter of the Moon, Nokomis. 
Dark behind it rose the forest, 
Rose the black and gloomy pine-trees, 
Rose the firs with cones upon them; 70 

Bright before it beat the water, 
Beat the clear and sunny water, 
Beat the shining Big-Sea- Water. 

There the wrinkled old Nokomis 
Nursed the little Hiawatha, 75 

Rocked him in his linden cradle. 
Bedded soft in moss and rushes. 
Safely bound with reindeer sinews; 
Stilled his fretful wail by saying, 
''Hush! the Naked Bear will hear thee!" 80 
Lulled him into slumber, singing, 
''Ewa-yea! my little owlet! 
Who is this, that lights the wigwam? 
With his great eyes lights the wigwam? 
Ewa-yea! my little owlet!" 85 

Many things Nokomis taught him 
Of the stars that shine in heaven; 
Showed him Ishkoodah, the comet, 



30 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Islikoodah, with licrv Iresscs; 
Showed the Death-Dance of the spirits, 90 
Warriors witli tlieir phiir.es and war-clubs 
l^^laring far away to northward 
In the frosty nights of Winter; 
Showed the broad white road in heaven, 
Pathway of the ghosts, the shadows, 95 

Running straight across the heavens, 
Crowded with the ghosts, the shadows. 

At the door on summer evenings 
Sat the Httle Hiawatha; 

Heard the whispering of the pine-trees, 100 
Heard the lapping of the waters, 
Sounds of music, words of wonder; 
''Minne-w^awa!" said the pine-trees. 
"Mudway-aushka!" said the water. 

Saw the fire-fly, Wah-wah-taysee, 105 

Flitting through the dusk of evening, 
With the twinkle of its candle 
Lighting up the brakes and bushes. 
And he sang the song of children, 
Sang the song Nokomis taught him: no 
"Wah-wah-taysee, little fire-fly, 
Little, flitting, wdiite-fire insect. 
Little, dancing, white-fire creature. 
Light me with your little candle, 
Ere upon my bed I lay me, 115 

Ere in sleep I close my eyelids!" 

Saw the moon rise from the water 
Rippling, rounding from the water. 
Saw the flecks and shadows on it, 
Whispered, "What is that, Nokomis?" 120 
And the good Nokomis answered: 
"Once a warrior, very angry, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 31 

Seized his grandmother, and threw her 

Up into the sky at midnight; 

Right against the moon he threw her; 125 

'T is her body that you see there." 

Saw the rainbow in the heaven, 
In the eastern sky, the rainbow, 
Whispered, ''What is that, Nokomis?" 
And the good Nokomis answered: 130 

" 'T is the heaven of flowers you see there; 
All the wild-flowers of the forest, 
All the lilies of the prairie, 
When on earth they fade and perish, 
Blossom in that heaven above us." 135 

When he heard the owls at midnight, 
Hooting, laughing in the forest, 
"What is that?" he cried in terror; 
"What is that," he said, "Nokomis?" 
And the good Nokomis answered: 140 

"That is but the owl and owlet. 
Talking in their native language, 
Talking, scolding at each other." 

Then the little Hiawatha 
Learned of every bird its language, 145 

Learned their names and all their secrets. 
How they built their nests in Summer, 
Where they hid themselves in Winter, 
Talked with them whene'er he met them. 
Called them "Hiawatha's Chickens." 150 

Of all beasts he learned the language. 
Learned their names and all their secrets. 
How the beavers built their lodges. 
Where the squirrels hid their acorns, 
How the reindeer ran so swiftly, 155 

Why the rabbit was so timid. 



32 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Talked with them whene'er lie met them, 
Called them "Hiawatha's Brothers." 

Then lagoo, the great boaster, 
He the marvellous story-teller, i6o 

He the traveller and the talker. 
He the friend of old Nokomis, 
Made a bow for Hiawatha; 
From a branch of ash he made it, 
From an oak-bough made the arrows, 165 
Tipped with flint, and winged with feathers, 
And the cord he made of deer-skin. 

Then he said to Hiawatha: 
''Go, my son, into the forest, 
Where the red deer herd together, 170 

Kill for us a famous roebuck, 
Kill for us a deer with antlers!" 

Forth into the forest straightway 
All alone walked Hiawatha 
Proudly, with his bow and arrows; 175 

And the birds sang round him, o'er him, 
"Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!" 
Sang the Opechee, the robin. 
Sang the bluebird, the Owaissa, 
"Do not shoot us, Hiawatha!" 180 

Up the oak-tree, close beside him, 
Sprang the squirrel, Adjidaumo, 
In and out among the branches, 
Coughed and chattered from the oak-tree. 
Laughed, and said between his laughing, 185 
"Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!" 

And the rabbit from his pathway 
Leaped aside, and at a distance 
Sat erect upon his haunches, 
Half in fear and half in frolic, 190 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 33 

Saying to the little hunter, 
*'Do not shoot me, Hiawatha!" 

But he heeded not, nor heard them, 
For his thoughts were with the red deer; 
On their tracks his eyes were fastened, 195 
Leading downward to the river. 
To the ford across the river, 
And as one in slumber walked he. 

Hidden in the alder-bushes, 
There he waited till the deer came, 200 

Till he saw two antlers lifted, 
Saw two eyes look from the thicket. 
Saw two nostrils point to windward, 
And a deer came down the pathway. 
Flecked with leafy light and shadow. 205 

And his heart within him fluttered, 
Trembled like the leaves above him. 
Like the birch-leaf palpitated, 
As the deer came down the pathway. 

Then, upon one knee uprising, 210 

Hiawatha aimed an arrow; 
Scarce a twig moved with his motion. 
Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled, 
But the wary roebuck started. 
Stamped with all his hoofs together, 215 

Listened with one foot uplifted. 
Leaped as if to meet the arrow; 
Ah! the singing, fatal arrow; 
Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him! 

Dead he lay there in the forest, 220 

By the ford across the river; 
Beat his timid heart no longer. 
But the heart of Hiawatha 
Throbbed and shouted and exulted. 



34 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 



As he bore the red deer homeward, 225 

And lagoo and Xokomis 

Hailed his coming with applauses. 

From the red deer's hide Xokomis 
]\Iadc a cloak for Hiawatha, 
From the red deer's flesh Nokomis 230 

Made a banquet in his honor. 
All the village came and feasted, 
All the guests praised Hiawatha, 
Called him Strong-Heart, Soan-ge-taha! 
Called him Loon-Heart, Mahn-go-taysee! 




OjiUiraij Snoir Shoe 




"I have given you lands to hunt in 




IV. 



HIAWATHA AND 

MUDJEKEEWIS. 

ftk UT of childhood into 
§:M manhood 

0ff Now had grown my 
Hiawatha, 
Skilled in all the craft 
of hunters, 
Learned in all the lore of old men, 
In all youthful sports and pastimes, 5 

In all manly arts and labors. 

Swift of foot was Hiawatha; 
He could shoot an arrow from him, 
And run forward with such fleetness. 
That the arrow fell behind him! lo 

Strong of arm was Hiawatha ; 
He could shoot ten arrows upward. 
Shoot them with such strength and swiftness, 
That the tenth had left the bow-string 
Ere the first to earth had fallen! 15 

He had mittens, Minjekahwun, 
Magic mittens made of deer-skin; 
When upon his hands he wore them, 
He could smite the rocks a,sunder, 

35 



36 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 



He could grind them into powder. 
He had moccasins enchanted, 
Magic moccasins of deer-skin; 
When he bound them round his ankles, 
When upon his feet he tied them, 
At each stride a mile he measured! 
Much he questioned old Xokoniis 
Of his father i\iudjekee\vis; 



20 




'He was dressed in deer-skin leggings, 
Fringed with hedge-hog qnills and eimine." 



Learned from her the fatal secret 
Of the beauty of his mother, 
Of the falsehood of his father; 
And his heart was hot within him. 
Like a living coal his heart was. 
Then he said to old Xokomi.^, 
"I will go to Mudjekeewis. 
See how fares it with mv father, 



30 



Zl 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 37 

At the doorways of the West-Wind, 
At the portals of the Sunset!" 

From his lodge went Fliawatha, 
Dressed for travel, armed for hunting; 
Dressed in deer-skin shirt and leggings, 40 
Richly wrought with quills and wampum 
On his head his eagle-feathers, 
Round his waist his belt of wampum, 
In his hand his bow of ash-wood, 
Strung with sinews of the reindeer; 45 

In his quiver oaken arrows, 
Tipped with jasper, winged with feathers; 
With his mittens, Minjekahwun, 
With his moccasins enchanted. 

Warning said the old Nokomis, 50 

"Go not forth, O Hiawatha! 
To the kingdom of the West-Wind, 
To the realms of Mudjekeewis, 
Lest he harm you with his magic. 
Lest he kill you with his cunning!" 55 

But the fearless Hiawatha 
Heeded not her woman's warning; 
Forth he strode into the forest. 
At each stride a mile he measured; 
Lurid seemed the sky above him, 60 

Lurid seemed the earth beneath him, 
Hot and close the air around him, 
Filled with smioke and fiery vapors. 
As of burning woods and prairies. 
For his heart was hot within him, 65 

Like a living coal his heart was. 

So he journeyed westward, westward. 
Left the fleetest deer behind him. 
Left the antelope and bison; 



38 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Crossed the rushing Esconaba, 70 

Crossed the mighty ^Hssissippi, 
Passed the ^lountains of the Prairie, 
Passed the land of Crows and Foxes, 
Passed the dwelhngs of the r)lackfeet, 
Came unto the Rocky Mountains, 75 

To the kingdom of the West-Wind, 
Where upon the gusty summits 
Sat the ancient ]\Iudjekeewis, 
Ruler of the winds of heaven. 

Filled with awe was FHawatha 80 

At the aspect of his father. 
On the air about him wildly 
Tossed and streamed his cloudy tresses. 
Gleamed like drifting snow his tresses, 
Glared like Ishkoodah, the comet, 85- 

Like the star with fiery tresses. 

Filled with joy was Mudjekeewis 
When he looked on Hiawatha, 
Saw his youth rise up before him 
In the face of Hiawatha, 90 

Saw the beauty of Wenonah 
From the grave rise up before him. 

"Welcome!" said he, "Hiawatha, 
To the kingdom of the West- Wind! 
Long have I been waiting for you ! 95 

Youth is lovely, age is lonely, 
Youth is fiery, age is frosty; 
You bring back the days departed, 
You bring back my youth of passion, 
And the 1)cautiful Wenonah!" 100 

Many (la\s thc\- talkctl together. 
Questioned, listened, waited, answered; 
INInch the mig]it\- ^fudjekeewis 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 39 

Boasted of his ancient prowess, 

Of his perilous adventures, 105 

His indomitable courage.. 

His invulnerable body. 

Patiently sat Hiawatha, 
Listening to his father's boasting; 
With a smile he sat and listened, no 

Uttered neither threat nor menace, 
Neither word nor look betrayed him, 
But his heart was hot within him. 
Like a living coal his heart was. 

Then he said, ''O Mudjekeewis, 115 

Is there nothing that can harm you? 
Nothing that you are afraid of?" 
And the mighty Mudjekeewis, 
Grand and gracious in his boasting, 
Answered, saying, "There is nothing, 120 

Nothing but the black rock yonder. 
Nothing but the fatal Wawbeek!" 

And he looked at Hiawatha 
With a wise look and benignant. 
With a countenance paternal, 125 

Looked with pride upon the beauty 
Of his tall and graceful figure, 
Saying, "O my Hiawatha! 
Is there anything can harm you? 
Anything you are afraid of?" 130 

But the wary Hiawatha 
Paused awhile, as if uncertain. 
Held his peace, as if resolving, 
And then answered, ''There is nothing, 
Nothing but the bulrush yonder, 135 

Nothing but the great Apukwa!" 

And as Mudjekeewis, rising, 



40 Till-: SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Stretched his liaiul to ])luok the biilriisli, 

Hiawatha cried in terror, 

Cried in well-disscnibled terror, 140 

"Kago! kago! do not touch it!" 

'All, kaween!" said Mndjekeewis, 

*'No indeed, I will not touch it!" 

Then they talked of other matters; 
First of Hiawatha's brothers. 145 

First of Wabun, of the East-Wind, 
Of the South-Wind, Shawondasee, 
Of the North, Kabibonokka; 
Then of Hiawatha's mother, 
Of the beautiful Wenonah, 150 

Of her birth upon the meadow, 
Of her death, as old Nokomis 
Had remembered and related. 

And he cried, ''O Mudjekeewis, 
It was you who killed Wenonah, 155 

Took her young life and her beauty. 
Broke the Lily of the Prairie, 
Trampled it beneath your footsteps; 
You confess it! you confess it!" 
And the mighty Mudjekeewis 160 

Tossed his gray hairs to the West-\\'in(l. 
Bowed his hoary head in anguish. 
With a silent nod assented. 

Then up started Hiawatha, 
And with threatening look and gesture 165 
Laid his hand upon the black rock, 
( )n the fatal Wawbeek laid it, 
Willi his mittens, Minjekahwun, 
Rent the jutting crag asunder. 
Smote and crushed it into fragments, 170 
Hurled ihem madly at his father. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 41 

The remorseful Miidjekeewis, 
For his heart was hot within him, 
Like a hving coal his heart was. 

But the ruler of the West- Wind 175 

Blew the fragments backward from him, 
With the breathing- of his nostrils. 
With the tempest of his anger, 
Blew them back at his assailant; 
Seized the bulrush, the Apukwa, 180 

Dragged it with its roots and fibres 
From the margin of the meadow, 
From its ooze, the giant bulrush; 
Long and loud laughed Hiawatha! 

Then began the deadly conflict, 185 

Hand to hand among the mountains; 
From his eyry screamed the eagle, 
The Keneu, the great war-eagle, 
Sat upon the crags around them. 
Wheeling flapped his wings above them. 190 

Like a tall tree in the tempest 
Bent and lashed the giant bulrush; 
And in masses huge and heavy 
Crashing fell the fatal Wawbeek; 
Till the earth shook with the tumult 195 

And confusion of the battle, 
And the air was full of shoutings. 
And the thunder of the mountains, 
Starting, answered, ''Baim-wawa!" 

Back retreated Mudjekeewis, 200 

Rushing westward o'er the mountains, 
Stumbling westward down the mountains, 
Three whole days retreated fighting, 
Still pursued by Hiawatha 
To the doorways of the West-Wind, 205 



42 TIIK SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

To the portals of tliL' Sunset. 

To the earth's remotest border, 

Where into the empty spaces 

Sinks the sun, as a llamingo 

Drops into her nest at nightfall, 210 

In the melancholy marshes. 

"Hold!" at lenoth cried Mudjekeewis, 
"Hold, my son, my Hiawatha! 
'T is impossible to kill 'me, 
L^or you cannot kill the immortal. :ii5 

I have put you to this trial. 
But to know and prove your courage; 
Now receive the prize of valor! 

"Go back to your home and people. 
Live among them, toil among them, 220 

Cleanse the earth from all that harms it, 
Clear the fishing-grounds and rivers, 
Slay all monsters and magicians, 
All the giants, the Wendigoes, 
All the serpents, the Kenabeeks, 225 

As I slew the Mishe-Mokwa, 
Slew the Great Bear of the mountains. 

"And at last when Death draws near you, 
When the awful eyes of Pauguk 
Glare upon you in the darkness, 230 

I will share my kingdom with you. 
Ruler shall you be thenceforward 
Of the North west- Wind, Keewaydin, 
Of the home-wind, the Keewaydin." 

Thus was fought that famous battle 235 
In the dreadful days of Shah-shah, 
In the days long since departed, 
In the kingdom of the West-Wind. 
Still the hunter sees its traces 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 43 

Scattered far o'er hill and valley; 240 

Sees the giant bulrush growing 
By the ponds and water-courses, 
Sees the masses of the Wawbeek 
Lying still in every valley. 

Homeward now went Hiawatha; 245 

Pleasant was the landscape round him, 
Pleasant was the air above him, 
For the bitterness of anger 
Had departed wholly from him, 
From his brain the thought of vengeance, 250 
From his heart the burning fever. 

Only once his pace he slackened. 
Only once he paused or halted. 
Paused to purchase heads of arrows 
Of the ancient Arrow-maker, 255 

In the land of the Dacotahs, 
Where the Falls of Minnehaha 
Flash and gleam among the oak-trees, 
Laugh and leap into the valley. 

There the ancient Arrow-maker 260 

Made his arrow-heads of sandstone, 
Arrow-heads of chalcedony, 
Arrow-heads of flint and jasper. 
Smoothed and sharpened at the edges, 
Hard and polished, keen and costly. 265 

With him dwelt his dark-eyed daughter, 
Wayward as the Minnehaha, 
With her moods of shade and sunshine, 
Eyes that smiled and frowned alternate. 
Feet as rapid as the river, 270 

Tresses flowing like the water, 
And as musical a laughter; 
And he named her from the river, 



^H Till': SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

From the water-fall he named her, 
AHiineliaha, Lani^hing- Water. 275 

Was it then for heads of arrows, 
Arrow-heads of chalcedony, 
Arrow-heads of flint and jasper, 
That my Hiawatha halted 
In the land of the Dacotahs? 280 

Was it not to see the maiden, 
See the face of Laughing- W^ater 
Peeping from behind the curtain. 
Hear the rustling of her garments 
From behind the waving curtain, 285 

As one sees the Minnehaha 
Gleaming, glancing through the branches, 
As one hears the Laughing Water 
From behind its screen of branches? 

Who shall say what thoughts and visions 290 
Fill the fiery brains of young men? 
Who shall say what dreams of beauty 
Filled the heart of Hiawatha? 
All he told to old Nokomis, 
When he reached the lodge at sunset, 295 

Was the meeting with his father, 
Was his fight with Mudjekeewis; 
Not a word he said of arrows. 
Not a word of Laughing Water! 








V. 



HIAWATHA'S FASTING. 

OU shall hear how Hia- 
watha 
Prayed and fasted in the 

forest, 
Not for greater skill in hunt- 
ing, 
Not for greater craft in fishing, 
Not for triumphs in the battle, 5 

And renown among the warriors, 
But for profit of the people, 
For advantage of the nations. 

First he built a lodge for fasting, 
Built a wigwam in the forest, lo 

By the shining Big-Sea- Water, 
In the blithe and pleasant Spring-time, 
In the Moon of Leaves he built it. 
And, with dreams and visions many, 
Seven whole days and nights he fasted. 15 

On the first day of his fasting 
Through the leafy woods he wandered; 
Saw the deer start from the thicket. 



46 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Saw the rabbit in his burrow, 

Heard the pheasant, Bena, drumming, 20 

Heard the squirrel, Adjidaumo, 

Ratthng in his hoard of acorns, 

Saw the pigeon, the Omeme, 

Building nests among the pine-trees, 

And in flocks the wild goose, Wawa, 25 

Flying to the fen-lands northward. 

Whirring, wailing far above him. 

''Master of Life!" he cried, desponding, 

"Must our lives depend on these things?" 

On the next day of his fasting 30 

By the river's brink he wandered, 
Through the Muskoday, the meadow. 
Saw the wild rice, Mahnomonee, 
Saw the blueberry, Meenahga, 
And the strawberry, Odahmin, 35 

And the gooseberry, Shahbomin, 
And the grape-vine, the Bemahgut, 
Trailing o'er the alder-branches, 
Filling all the air with fragrance! 
"Master of Life!" he cried, desponding, 40 
"Must our lives depend on these things?" 

On the third day of his fasting 
By the la!:e he sat and pondered. 
By the still, transparent water; 
Saw the sturgeon, Nahma, leaping, 45 

Scattering drops like beads of wampum, 
Saw the yellow perch, the Sahwa, 
Like a sunbeam in the water, 
Saw the pike, the Maskenozha, 
And the herring, Okahahwis, 50 

And the Shawgashee, the craw-fish! 
"Master of Life!" he cried, desponding, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 47 

*'Must our lives depend on these things?" 

On the fourth day of his fasting 
In his lodge he lay exhausted; 55 

From his couch of leaves and branches 
Gazing with half-open eyelids, 
Full of shadowy dreams and visions, 
On the dizzy, swimming landscape. 
On the gleaming of the water, 63 

On the splendor of the sunset. 

And he saw a youth approaching, 
Dressed in garments green and yellow, 
Coming through the purple twilight, 
Through the splendor of the sunset; 65 

Plumes of green bent o'er his forehead, 
And his hair was soft and golden. 

Standing at the open doorway, 
Long he looked at Hiawatha, 
Looked with pity and compassion 70 

On his wasted form and features, 
And, in accents like the sighing 
Of the South-Wind in the tree-tops. 
Said he, "O my Hiawatha! 
All your prayers are heard in heaven, 75 

For you pray not like the others; 
Not for greater skill in hunting, 
Not for greater craft in fishing, 
Not for triumph in the battle, 
Nor renowfi among the warriors, 80 

But for profit of the people, 
For advantage of the nations. 

''From the Master of Life descending, 
I, the friend of man, Mondamin, 
Come to warn you and instruct you, 85 

How by struggle and by labor 



48 THE SOX (J OF HIAWATHA. 

You shall ^ain what you have prayed for. 
Rise up from your bed of branches, 
Rise, O youth, and wrestle with me!" 

Faint with famine, Hiawatha 90 

Started from his bed of branches, 
From the twilight of his wigAvam 
Forth into the flush of sunset 
Came, and wrestled with Mondamin; 
At his touch he felt new courage 95 

Throbbing in his brain and bosom, 
Felt new life and hope and vigor 
Run through every nerve and fibre. 

So they wrestled there together 
In the glory of the sunset, 100 

And the more they strove and struggled. 
Stronger still grew Hiawatha; 
Till the darkness fell around them, 
And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, 
From her haunts among the fen-lands, 105 
Gave a cry of lamentation, 
Gave a scream of pain and famine. 

" 'T is enough!" then said Mondamin, 
Smiling upon Hiawatha, 
''But to-morrow^ when the sun sets, no 

I will come again to try you." 
And he vanished, and was seen not; 
Whether sinking as the rain sinks. 
Whether rising as the mists rise, 
IHawatha saw not, knew not, 115 

Only saw that he had vanished, 
Leaving him alone and fainting, 
With the mist\- lake below him. 
And the reeling stars above him. 

C)n the morrow and the next day, 120 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 49 

When the sun through heaven descending, 

Like a red and burning cinder 

From the hearth of the Great Spirit, 

Fell into the western waters. 

Came Mondamin for the trial, 125 

For the strife with Hiawatha; 

Came as silent as the dew comes, 

From the empty air appearing. 

Into empty air returning, 

Taking shape when earth it touches 130 

But invisible to all men 

In its coming and its going. 

Thrice they wrestled there together 
In the glory of the sunset, 
Till the darkness fell around them, 135 

Till the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, 
From her haunts among the fen-lands. 
Uttered her loud cry of famine. 
And Mondamin paused to listen. 

Tall and beautiful he stood there, 140 

In his garments green and yellow; 
To and fro his plumes above him 
Waved and nodded with his breathing. 
And the sweat of the encounter 
Stood like drops of dew upon him. 145 

And he cried, "O Hiawatha! 
Bravely have you wrestled with me. 
Thrice have wrestled stoutly with me, 
And the Master of Life, who sees us. 
He will give to you the triumph!" 150 

Then he smiled and said: "To-morrow 
Is the last day of your conflict, 
Is the last day of your fasting. 
You will conquer and o'ercome me; 



50 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Make a bed for nic to lie in, 155 

Where the rain may fall upon me. 

Where the sun may come and warm me; 

Strip these garments, green and yellow, 

Strip this nodding plumage from me 

Lay me in the earth and make it 160 

Soft and loose and light above me. 

''Let no hand disturb my slumber, 
Let no weed nor worm molest me, 
Let not Kahgahgee, the raven, 
Come to haunt me and molest me, 165 

Only come yourself to watch mc, 
Till I wake, and start, and quicken, 
Till I leap into the sunshine." 

And thus saying, he departed; 
Peacefully slept Hiawatha, 170 

But he heard the Wawonaissa, 
Heard the whippoorwill complaining. 
Perched upon his lonely wigwam; 
Heard the rushing Sebowisha, 
Heard the rivulet rippling near him, 175 

Talking to the darksome forest; 
Heard the sighing of the branches, 
As they lifted and subsided 
At the passing of the night-wind, 
Heard them, as one hears in slum'ber 180 

Far-ofT murmurs, dreamy whispers: 
Peacefully slept Hiawatha. 

On the morrow came Nokomis, 
On the seventh day of his fasting, 
Came with food for Hiawatha, 185 

Came imploring and bewailing, 
Lest his hunger should o'ercome him, 
Lest his fasting should be fatal. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 5^ 

But he tasted not, and touched not, 
Only said to her, "Nokomis, 190 

Wait until the sun is setting, 
Till the darkness falls around us, 
Till the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, 
Crying from the desolate marshes, 
Tells us that the day is ended." 195 

Homeward weeping went Nokomis, 
Sorrowing for her Hiawatha, 
Fearing lest his strength should fail him, 
Lest his fasting should be fatal. 
He meanwhile sat weary waiting 200 

For the coming of Mondamin, 
Till the shadows, pointing eastward, 
Lengthened over field and forest. 
Till the sun dropped from the heaven, 
Floating on the waters westward, 205 

As a red leaf in the Autumn 
Falls and floats upon the water. 
Falls and sinks into its bosom. 

And behold! the young Mondamin, 
With his soft and shining tresses, 210 

With his garments green and yellow. 
With his long and glossy plumage, 
Stood and beckoned at the doorway. 
And as one in slumber walking. 
Pale and haggard, but undaunted, 215 

From the wigwam Hiawatha 
Came and wrestled with Mondamin. 

Round about him spun the landscape. 
Sky and forest reeled together, 
And his strong heart leaped within him, 220 
As the sturgeon leaps and struggles 
In a net to break its meshes. 



52 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Like a ring of fire around him 

Blazed and flared the red horizon, 

And a hundred suns seemed looking 225 

At the eombat of the wrestlers. 

Suddenly upon the greensward 
All alone stood Hiawatha, 
Panting with his wild exertion. 
Palpitating with the struggle; 230 

And before him, breathless, lifeless, 
Lay the youth, with hair dishevelled, 
Plumage torn, and garments tattered. 
Dead he lay there in the sunset. 

And victorious Hiawatha 235 

Made the grave as he commanded, 
Stripped the garments from IMondamin, 
Stripped his tattered plumage from him, 
Laid him in the earth, and made it 
Soft and loose and light above him; 240 

And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, 
From the melancholy moorlands. 
Gave a cry of lamentation. 
Gave a cry of pain and anguish! 

Homeward then went IHawatha 245 

To the lodge of old Nokomis, 
And the seven days of his fasting 
Were accomplished and completed. 
But the place was not forgotten 
Where he wrestled with ^londamin; 250 

Nor forgotten nor neglected 
Was the grave where lay IMondamiii, 
Sleeping in the rain and sunshine, 
Where his scattered plumes and garments 
Faded in llie rain and sunshine. 255 

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Go to wait and watch beside it; 

Kept the dark mould soft above it, 

Kept it clean from weeds and insects, 

Drove away, with scofifs and shoutings, 263 

Kahgahgee, the king of ravens. 

Till at length a small green feather 
From the earth shot slowly upward, 
Then another and another, 
And before the Summer ended 265 

Stood the maize in all its beauty. 
With its shining robes about it, 
And its long, soft, yellow tresses; 
And in rapture Hiawatha 
Cried aloud, *'It is Mondamin! 270 

Yes, the friend of man, Mondamin!" 
Then he called to old Nokomis 
And lagoo, the great boaster, 
Showed them where the maize was growing. 
Told them of his wondrous vision, 275 

Of his wrestling and his triumph. 
Of this new gift to the nations. 
Which should be their food forever. 

And still later, when the Autumn 
Changed the long, green leaves to yellow, 28G 
And the soft and juicy kernels 
Grew like wampum hard and yellow. 
Then the ripened ears he gathered, 
Stripped the withered husks from off them. 
As he once had stripped the wrestler, 285 

Gave the first Feast of Mondamin, 
And made known unto the people 
This new gift of the Great Spirit. 




''In the hoof-prints of the Bison." 




VI. 

HIAWATHA'S FRIENDS. 

WO good friends had 

Hiawatha, 
Singled out from all the 

others, 
Bound to him in closest 
union, 
And to whom he gave the right hand 
Of his heart, in joy and sorrow; 5 

Chibiabos, the musician. 
And the very strong man, Kwasind. 

Straight between them ran the pathway, 
Never grew the grass upon it; 
Singing birds, that utter falsehoods, 10 

Story-tellers, mischief-makers, 
Found no eager ear to listen, 
Could not breed ill-will between them, 
For they kept each other's counsel. 
Spake with naked hearts together, 15 

Pondering much and nuich contriving 
How the lri])cs of men might prosper. 

Most beloved by liiawallia 
Was the gentle Chibiabos, 
He the best of all nmsicians, 20 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 55 

He the sweetest of all singers. 

Beautiful and childlike was he, 

Brave as man is, soft as woman. 

Pliant as a wand of willow. 

Stately as a deer with antlers. 25 

When he sang, the village listened; 
All the warriors gathered round him, 
All the women came to hear him; 
Now he stirred their souls to passion, 
Now he melted them to pity. 30 

From the hollow reeds he fashioned 
Flutes so musical and mellow. 
That the brook, the Sebowisha, 
Ceased to murmur in the woodland. 
That the wood-birds ceased from singing, 35 
And the squirrel, Adjidaumo, 
Ceased his chatter in the oak-tree, 
And the rabbit, the Wabasso, 
Sat upright to look and listen. 

Yes, the brook, the Sebowisha, 40 

Pausing, said, "O Chibiabos, 
Teach my waves to flow in music. 
Softly as your words in singing!" 

Yes, the bluebird, the Owaissa, 
Envious, said, "O Chibiabos, 45 

Teach me tones as wild and wayward, 
Teach me songs as full of frenzy!" 

Yes, the Opechee, the robin. 
Joyous, said, ''O Chibiabos, 
Teach me tones as sweet and tender, 50 

Teach me songs as full of gladness!" 

And the whippoorwill, Wawonaissa, 
Sobbing, said, "O Chibiabos, 
Teach me tones as melancholy, 



56 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Teach me songs as full of sadness!" 55 

All the many sounds of nature 
Borrowed sweetness from his singing; 
All the hearts of men were softened 
By the pathos of his music; 
For he sang of peace and freedom, 6d 

Sang of beauty, love, and longing; 
Sang of death, and life undying 
In the Islands of the Blessed, 
In the kingdom of Ponemah, 
In the land of the Hereafter. 65 

\'ery dear to Hiawatha 
Was the gentle Chibiabos, 
He the best of all musicians. 
He the sweetest of all singers; 
For his gentleness he loved him, yzi 

And the magic of his singing. 



Dear, too, unto Hiawatha 
Was the very strong man, Kwasind, 
He the strongest of all mortals, 
He the mightiest among many; 75 

For his very strength he loved him, 
For his strength allied to goodness. 

Idle in his youth was Kwasind, 
Very listless, dull, and dreamy, 
Never played with other children, 80 

Never fished and never hunted, 
Not like other children was he; 
But they saw that much he fasted, 
Much his Manito entreated. 
Much besought his Guardian Spirit. 85 

"Lazv Mwasind!" said his mother. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 57 

"In my work you never help me! 

In the Summer you are roaming- 

Idly in the fields and forests; 

In the Winter you are cowering 90 

O'er the firebrands in the wigwam! 

In the coldest days of Winter 

I must break the ice for fishing; 

With my nets you never help me! 

At the door my nets are hanging, 95 

Dripping, freezing with the water; 

Go and wring them, Yenadizze! 

Go and dry them in the sunshine!" 

Slowly, from the ashes, Kwasind 
Rose, but made no angry answer; 100 

From the lodge went forth in silence, 
Took the nets, that hung together. 
Dripping, freezing. at the doorway; 
Like a wisp of straw he wrung them. 
Like a wisp of straw he broke them, 105 

Could not wring them without breaking, 
Such the strength was in his fingers. 

"Lazy Kwasind!" said his father, 
"In the hunt you never help me; 
Every bow you touch is broken, no 

Snapped asunder every arrow; 
Yet come with me to the forest. 
You shall bring the hunting homeward." 

Down a narrow pass they wandered, 
Where a brooklet led them onward, 115 

Where the trail of deer and bison 
Marked the soft mud on the margin, 
Till they found all further passage 
Shut against them, barred securely 
By the trunks of trees uprooted, 120 



SB THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Lying" lengthwise, lying crosswise, 
And forbidding further passage. 

"W'c nmst go back," said the old nian, 
"O'er these logs we cannot clamber; 
Not a woodchuck could get through them, 125 
Not a squirrel clamber o'er them!" 
And straightway his pipe he lighted, 
And sat down to smoke and ponder. 
But before his pipe was finished, 
Lo! the path was cleared before him: 130 
All the trunks had Kwasind lifted, 
To the right hand, to the left hand, 
Shot the pine-trees swift as arrows, 
Hurled the cedars light as lances. 

"Lazy Kwasind!" said the young men, 135 
As they sported in the meadow; 
''Why standing idly looking at us. 
Leaning on the rock behind you? 
Come and wrestle with the others. 
Let us pitch the quoit together!" 140 

Lazy Kwasind made no answer. 
To their challenge made no answer, 
Only rose, and, slowly turning. 
Seized the huge rock in his fingers, 
Tore it from its deep foundation, 145 

Poised it in the air a moment. 
Pitched it sheer into the river, 
Sheer into the swift Pauwating, 
Where it still is seen in Summer. 

Once as down that foaming river, 150 

Down the rapids of Pauwating, 
Kwasind sailed with his companions, 
In the stream he saw a beaver. 
Saw AluiK'ek the Kinij- of I'eavers, 



TflE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 59 

Struggling with the rushing currents, 155 

Rising, sinking in the water. 

Without speaking, without pausing, 
Kwasind leaped into the river, 
Plunged beneath the bubbling surface, 
Through the whirlpools chased the bea- 
ver, 160 
Followed him among the islands, 
Stayed so long beneath the water, 
That his terrified companions 
Cried, "Alas! good-by to Kwasind! 
We shall never more see Kwasind!" 165 
But he reappeared triumphant, 
And upon his shining shoulders 
Brought the beaver, dead and dripping. 
Brought the King of all the Beavers. 

And these two, as I have told you, 170 

Were the friends of Hiawatha, 
Chibiabos, the musician. 
And the very strong man, Kwasind. 
Long they lived in peace together, 
Spake with naked hearts together, 175 

Pondering much and much contriving 
Plow the tribes of men might prosper. 






Jic(t<ls of Wampinn, ShcUft (tud Turqiiohe. 




VII. 

HIAWATHA'S SAILING. 

IVE nie of your baix. 

O Birch-Tree! 

Of your yellow bark, 

O Birch-Tree! 

Growing by the rushing river, 

Tall and stately in the valley! 

I a liglit canoe will build me, 5 

Build a SA^ift Cheemaun for sailing, 

That shall float upon the river, 

Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, 

Like a yellow v/atcr-lily! 

''Lay aside your cloak, O l)irch-Tree! 10 

Lay aside your whit^e-skin wrapper, 

For the summer-time is coming. 

And the sun is warm in heaven, 

And you need no white-skin wrapper!'' 

Thus aloud cried TTiawatha 15 

In the soHtary forest. 

By the rushnig Tacjuamenaw, 

Oi 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 6l 

When the birds were singing gayly, 

In the Moon of Leaves were singing, 

And the sun, from sleep awaking, 20 

Started up and said, "Behold me! 

Gheezis, the great Sun, behold me!" 

And the tree with all its branches 
Rustled in the breeze of morning. 
Saying, with a sigh of patience, 25 

"Take my cloak, O Hiawatha!" 

With his knife the tree he girdled; 
Just beneath its lowest branches, 
Just above the roots, he cut it. 
Till the sap came oozing outward; 30 

Down the trunk, from top to bottom, 
^heer he cleft the bark asunder, 
With a wooden wedge he raised it. 
Stripped it from the trunk unbroken. 

"Give me of your boughs, O Cedar! 35 

Of your strong and pliant branches, 
My canoe to make more steady. 
Make more strong and firm beneath me!" 

Through the summit of the Cedar 
Went a sound, a cry of horror, 40 

Went a murmur of resistance ; 
But it whispered, bending downward, 
"Take my boughs, O Hiawatha!" 

Down he hewed the boughs of cedar, 
Shaped them~slraTghtway to a framework, 45 
Like two bows he formed and shaped them. 
Like two bended bows together. 

"Give me of your roots, O Tamarack. 
Of your fibrous roots, O La rch-Tr eeT 
My canpe to bind together, 50 

So to bind the ends together 



<^>-2 Till-: SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

That the water may not enter, 
That the river may not wet me!" 

And the Larch, with all its fibres, 
Shivered in the air of morning, 55 

Touched his forehead with its tassels^ 
Said, with one long sigh of sorrow, 
"Take them all, O Hiawatha!" 

From the earth he tore the fibres. 
Tore the tough roots of the Larch-Tree, 6d 
Closely sewed the bark together, 
Bound it closely to the framework. 

"Give me of your balm, O Fir-Tree! 
Of your balsam and your resin, 
So to close the seams together 65 

That the water may not enter, 
That the river may not wet me!" 

And the Fir-Tree, tall and sombre. 
Sobbed through all its robes of darkness. 
Rattled like a shore with pebbles, 70 

Answered wailing, answered weeping, 
"Take my balm, O Tliawatha!" 

And he took the tears of balsam, 
Took the resin of the Fir-Tree, 
Smeared-therewith each seam and fissure, 75 
Made each crevice safe from water. 

"Give me of your quills, O Hedgehog! 
All your quills, O Kagh, the Hedgehog! 
I will make a necklace of them, 
Make a girdle for my beauty, 80 

And two stars to deck her bosom!" 

From a hollow tree the Hedgehog 
With his sleepy eyes looked at him. 
Shot his shining quills, like arrows. 
Saying, with a drowsy murnuir, 85 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 6;^ 

Through the tangle ofJiis„ whiskers, 
"Take my quills, O Hiawatha!" 

From the ground the quills he gathered, 
All the little shining arrows. 
Stained them red and blue and yellowy 90 

With the juice of roots and berries; 
Into his canoe he wrought them, 
Round its waist a shining girdle. 
Round its bows a gleaming necklace, 
On its breast two stars resplendent. 95 



Thus the Birch Canoe was builded 
In the valley, by the river, 
In the bosom of the forest; 
And the forest's life was in it. 
All its mystery and its magic, 100 

All the lightness of the birch-tree, 
All the toughness of the cedar. 
All the larch's supple sinews; 
And it floated on the river. 
Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, 105 

Like a yellow water-lily. 

Paddles none had Hiawatha, 
V Paddles none he had or needed, 
[^ For his thoughts as paddles served him, 
And his wishes served to guide him; no 

Swift or slow at will he glided. 
Veered to right or left at pleasure. 

Then he called aloud to Kwasind, 
To his friend, the strong man, Kwasind, 
Saying, "Help me clear this river 115 

Of its sunken logs and sand-bars." 

Straight into the river Kwasind 



^4 TIIF. SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Plunged as if he were an otter, 

Dived as if he were a beaver, 

Stood up to his waist in water, 120 

To his arm-pits in the river, 

Swam and shouted in the river, 

Tugged at sunken logs and branches, 

With his hands he scooped the sand-bars, 

With his feet the ooze and tangle. 125 

x\nd thus sailed my Hiawatha 
Down the rushing Taquamcnaw, 
Sailed through all its bends and windings, 
Sailed through all its deeps and shallows. 
While hjs friend, the strong man, Kwa- 
sind, 130 

Swam the deeps, the shallows waded. 

Up and down the river went they, 
In and out among its islands. 
Cleared its bed of root and sand-bar, 
Dragged the dead trees from its channel, 135 
Made its passage safe and certain, 
Made a pathway for the people. 
From its springs among the mountains, 
To the waters of Pauwating, 
To the bay of Taquamenaw. 140 





Shell and Pearl Beads of the Iroquois. 




VIII. 



HIAWATHA'S 



FISHING. 



^ORTH upon the Git- 

che Gumee, 
On the shining Big- 
Sea-Water, 
With his fishing-hne 
of cedar, 
Of the twisted bark of cedar, 
Forth to catch the sturgeon Nahma, 5 

Mishe-Nahma, King of Fishes, 
In his birch canoe exulting 
All alone went Hiawatha. 

Through the clear, transparent water 
He could see the fishes swimming 10 

Far down in the depths below him ; 
See the yellow perch, the Sahwa, 
Like a sunbeam in the water. 

See the Shawgashee, the craw-fish, 

65 



66 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Like a spider on the bottom, 15 

On the white and sandy bottom. 

At the stern sat Iliawatlia, 
With his fishing-Hne of cedar; 
In his phniies the breeze of morning 
Played as in the hemlock branches; 20 

On the bows, with tail erected, 
Sat the squirrel, Adjidaumo; 
In his fur the breeze of morning 
Played as in the prairie grasses. 

On the w^hite sand of the bottom 25 

Lay the monster Mishe-Nahma, 
Lay the sturgeon, King of Fishes; 
Through his gills he breathed the water. 
With his fins he fanned and winnowed, 
With his tail he swept the sand-floor. 30 

There he lay in all his armor; 
On each side a shield to guard hinii 
Plates of bone upon his forehead, 
Down his sides and back and shoulders 
Plates of bone with spines projecting, 35 

Painted was he with his war-paints, 
Stripes of yellow, red, and azure. 
Spots of brown and spots of sable; 
And he lay there on the bottom, 
r^anning with his fins of purple, 40 

As above him Hiawatha 
In his birch canoe came sailing. 
With his fishing-line of cedar. 

"Take my bait!" cried Hiawatha, 
Down into the depths beneath him, 45 

"Take my bait, () Sturgeon, Nahma! 
Come up from below the water. 
Let us see wiiicli is tlie rtrouijer!" 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. ^1 

And he dropped his hne of cedar 

Through the clear, transparent water, 50 

Waited vainly for an answer, 

Long sat waiting for an answer, 

And repeating loud and louder, 

"Take my bait, O King of Fishes!" 

Quiet lay the sturgeon, Nahma, 55 

Fanning slowly in the water, 
Looking up at Hiawatha, 
Listening to his call and clamor, 
His unnecessary tumult, 

Till he wearied of the shouting; 60 

And he said to the Kenozha, 
To the pike, the Maskenozha, 
''Take the bait of this rude fellow, 
Break the line of Hiawatha!" 

In his fingers Hiawatha 65 

Felt the loose line jerk and tighten; 
As he drew it in, it tugged so. 
That the birch canoe stood endwise. 
Like a birch log in the water. 
With the squirrel, Adjidaumo, 70 

Perched and frisking on the summit. 

Full of scorn was Hiawatha 
When he saw the fish rise upward, 
Saw the pike, the Maskenozha, 
Coming nearer, nearer to him, 75 

And he shouted through the water, 
"Esa! esa! shame upon you! 
You are but the pike, Kenozha, 
You are not the fish I wanted, 
You are not the King of Fishes!" 80 

Reehng downward to the bottom 
Sank the pike in great confusion. 



68 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

And the mighty sturgeon, Nahma, 

Said to Ugudwash, the sun-fish, 

"Take the bait of this great boaster, 85 

Break the Hne of Hiawatha!" 

Slowly upward, wavering, gleaming, 
Like a white moon in the water; 
Rose the Ugudwash, the sun-fish, 
Seized the line of Hiawatha, 90 

Swung with all his weight upon it, 
Made a whirlpool in the water. 
Whirled the birch canoe in circles. 
Round and round in gurgling eddies, 
Till the circles in the water 95 

Reached the far-ofT sandy beaches. 
Till the water-flags and rushes 
Nodded on the distant margins. 

But wdien Hiawatha saw him 
Slowly rising through the water, 100 

Lifting his great disc of whiteness, 
Loud he shouted in derision, 
"Esa! esa! shame upon you! 
You are Ugudwash, the sun-fish. 
You are not the fish I wanted, 105 

You are not the King of Fishes!" 

Wavering downward, white and ghastly. 
Sank the Ugudwash, the sun-fish, 
And again the sturgeon, Nahma, 
Heard the shout of Hiawatha, no 

Heard his challenge of defiance. 
The unnecessary tumult. 
Ringing far across the water. 

From the white sand of the bottom 
Up he rose with angry gesture, 115 

Quiverini'' in each nerve and fibre, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 69 

Clashing all his plates of armor, 

Gleaming bright with all his war-paint; 

In his wrath he darted upward, 

Flashing leaped into the sunshine, 120 

Opened his great jaws, and swallowed 

Both canoe and Hiawatha. 

Down into that darksome cavern 
Plunged the headlong Hiawatha, 
As a log on some black river 125 

Shoots and plunges down the rapids, 
Found himself in utter darkness, 
Groped around in helpless wonder. 
Till he felt a great heart beating. 
Throbbing in that utter darkness. 130 

And he smote it in his anger. 
With his fist, the heart of Nahma, 
Felt the mighty King of Fishes 
Shudder through each nerve and fibre, 
Heard the water gurgle round him 135 

As he leaped and staggered through it, 
Sick at heart, and faint and weary. 

Crosswise then did Hiawatha 
Drag his birch-canoe for safety. 
Lest from out the jaws of Nahma, 140 

In the turmoil and confusion. 
Forth he might be hurled and perish. 
And the squirrel, Adjidaumo, 
Frisked and chattered very gayly, 
Toiled and tugged with Hiawatha 145 

Till the labor was completed. 

Then said Hiawatha to him, 
"O my little friend, the squirrel. 
Bravely have you toiled to help me; 
Take the thanks of Hiawatha, 150 



70 THK SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

And the name which now he gives you; 
For hereafter and forever 
Boys shall call you Adjidaumo, 
Tail-in-air the boys shall call you!" 

And again the sturgeon, Xahnia, 155 

Gasped and quivered in the water. 
Then was still, and drifted landward 
Till he grated on the pebbles, 
Till the listening Hiawatha 
Heard him grate upon the margni, 160 

Felt him strand upon the pebbles, 
Knew^ that Xahma, King of Fishes, 
Lay there dead upon the margin. 

Then he heard a clang and flapping, 
As of many wings assembling, 165 

Heard a screaming and confusion, 
As of birds of prey contending, 
Saw a gleam of light above liim, 
Shining through the ribs of Nahma, 
Saw the glittering eyes of sea-gulls, 170 

Of Kayoshk, the sea-gulls, peering, 
Gazing at him through the opening, 
Heard them saying to each other, 
** 'T is our brother, Hiawatha!" 

And he shouted from below them, 175 

Cried exulting from the caverns: 
''O ye sea-gulls! () my brothers! 
I have slain the sturgeon, Xahma; 
Make the rifts a little larger. 
With your claws the openings widen, 180 
Set me free from this dark prison. 
And henceforward and forever 
Men shall speak of \()ur achievements, 
Calling \'ou Kayoshk. the sea-gulls, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 7^ 

Yes, Kayoshk, the Noble Scratchers!" 185 

And the wild and clamorous sea-gulls 
Toiled with beak and claws together, 
Made the rifts and openings wider 
In the mighty ribs of Nahma, 
And from peril and from prison, 190 

From the body of the sturgeon. 
From the peril of the water, 
They released my Hiawatha. 

He was standing near his wigwam. 
On the margin of the water, 195 

And he called to old Nokomis, 
Called and beckoned to Nokomis, 
Pointed to the sturgeon, Nahma, 
Lying lifeless on the pebbles. 
With the sea-gulls feeding on him, 200 

"I have slain the Mishe-Nahma, 
Slain the King of Fishes!" said he; 
"Look! the sea-gulls feed upon him. 
Yes, my friends Kayoshk, the sea-gulls; 
Drive them not away, Nokomis, 205 

They have saved me from great peril 
In the body of the sturgeon. 
Wait until their meal is ended. 
Till their craws are full with feasting. 
Till they homeward fly, at sunset, 210 

To their nests among the marshes; 
Then bring all your pots and kettles. 
And make oil for us in Winter." - - 

And she waited till the sun set. 
Till the pallid moon, the Night-sun, 215 

Rose above the tranquil water. 
Till Kayoshk, the sated sea-gulls. 
From their banquet rose with clamor, 



72 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

And across tlie fiery sunset 

Winged their way to far-off islands, 220 

To their nests among- the rushes. 

To his sleep went Hiawatha, 
And Nokoniis to her labor. 
Toiling patient in the moonlight, 
Till the sun and moon changed places, 225 
Till the sky was red with sunrise. 
And Kayoshk, the hungry sea-gulls, 
Came back from the reedy islands, 
Clamorous for their morning banquet. 

Three whole days and nights alternate 230 
Old Nokomis and the sea-gulls 
Stripped the oily flesh of Nahma, 
Till the waves washed through the rib-bones, 
Till the sea-gulls came no longer. 
And upon the sands lay nothing 235 

But the skeleton of Nahma. 




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IX. 

HIAWATHA AND THE 
PEARL-FEATHER. 

\|X N the shores of Gitche 
Gumee, 
Of the shining Big-Sea- 
Water, 

Stood Nokomis, the old woman, 
Pointing with her finger westward, 
O'er the water pointing westward, 5 

To the purple clouds of sunset. 

Fiercely the red sun descending 
Burned his way along the heavens, 
Set the sky on fire behind him. 
As war-parties, when retreating, 10 

Burn the prairies on their war-trail; 
And the moon, the Night-sun, eastward, 
Suddenly starting from his ambush. 
Followed fast those bloody footprints. 
Followed in that fiery war-trail, 15 

With its glare upon his features. 

And Nokomis, the old woman, 
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74 TIIK SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Pointing::;' with her fins^cr westward. 

Spake these words to Hiawatha: 

''Yonder dwells the great Pearl-Feather, 20 

Megissogwon, the Magician, 

Manito of W'ealtli and Wampum, 

Guarded by his fiery serpents, 

Guarded by the black pitch-water. 

You can see his fiery serpents, 25 

The Kenabeek, the great serpents, 

Coiling, playing in the water; 

You can see the black pitch-water 

Stretching far away beyond them, 

To the purple clouds of sunset! 30 

"He it was who slew my father, 
By his wicked wiles and cunning, 
When he from the moon descended. 
When he came on earth to seek me. 
He, the mightiest of Magicians, 35 

Sends the fever from the marshes. 
Sends the pestilential vapors, 
Sends the poisonous exhalations, 
Sends the white fog from the fen-lands, 
Sends disease and death among us! 40 

"Take your bow, O. Hiawatha, 
Take your arrows, jasper-headed. 
Take your war-club, Puggawaugun, 
And your mittens, Minjekahwun, 
And your birch canoe for sailing, 45 

And the oil of Mishe-Nahma, 
So to smear its sides, that swiftly 
You may pass the black pitch-water; 
Slay this merciless magician, 
Save the people from the fever 50 

That he breathes across the fen-lands, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 75 

And avenge my father's murder!" 

Straightway then my Hiawatha 
Armed himself with all his war-gear, 
Launched his birch canoe for sailing; 55 
With his palm its sides he patted, 
Said with glee, "Cheemaun, my darling, 
O my Birch-canoe! leap forward. 
Where you see the fiery serpents. 
Where you see the black pitch-water!" 60 

Forward leaped Cheemaun exulting, 
And the Noble Hiawatha 
Sang his war-song wild and woful, 
And above him the war-eagle. 
The Keneu, the great war-eagle, 65 

Master of all fowls with feathers. 
Screamed and hurtled through the heavens. 

Soon he reached the fiery serpents. 
The Kenabeek, the great serpents. 
Lying huge upon the water, 70 

Sparkling, rippling in the water. 
Lying coiled across the passage. 
With their blazing crests uplifted. 
Breathing fiery fogs and vapors, 
So that none could pass beyond them. 75 

But the fearless Hiawatha 
Cried aloud, and spake in this wise: 
*'Let me pass my way, Kenabeek, 
Let me go upon my journey!" 
And they answered, hissing fiercely, 80 

With their fiery breath made answer: 
"Back, go back! O Shaugodaya! 
Back to old Nokomis, Faint-heart!" 

Then the angry Hiawatha 
Raised his mighty bow of ash-tree, 85 



76 THE SOXG OF HIAWATHA. 

Seized his arrows, jasper-headed, 

Shot them fast among the serpents; 

Every twanging of the bow-string 

Was a war-cry and a death-cry, 

Every whizzing of an arrow 90 

Was a death-song of Kenabeek. 

Weltering in tlie bloody water, 
Dead lay all the fiery serpents. 
And among them Hiawatha 
Harmless sailed, and cried exulting: 95 

"Onward, O Cheemaun, my darling! 
Onward to the black pitch-water!" 

Then he took the oil of Nahma, 
And the bows and sides anointed, 
Smeared them well with oil, that swiftly 100 
He might pass the black pitch-water. 

All night long he sailed upon it, 
Sailed upon that sluggish water, 
Covered with its mould of ages, 
Black with rotting water-rushes, 105 

Rank with flags and leaves of lilies, 
Stagnant, lifeless, dreary, dismal. 
Lighted by the shimmering moonlight, 
And by w^ill-o'-the-wisps illumined. 
Fires by ghosts of dead men kindled, no 
In their weary night-encampments. 

All the air was white with moonlight. 
All the water black with shadow. 
And around him the Suggcma, 
The mosquito, sang his war-song, 115 

And the fire-flies, Wah-wah-taysee, 
Waved their torches to mislead him; 
And the bull-frog, the Dahinda, 
Thrust his liead into the moonlight. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA 77 

Fixed his yellow eyes upon him, 120 

Sobbed and sank beneath the surface; 

And anon a thousand whistles, 

Answered over all the fen-lands, 

And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, 

Far off on the reedy margin, 125 

Heralded the hero's coming. 

Westward thus fared Hiawatha, 
Toward the realm of Megissogwon, 
Toward the land of the Pearl-Feather, 
Till the level moon stared at him, i'?,o 

In his face stared pale and haggard, 
Till the sun was hot behind him, 
Till it burned upon his shoulders, 
And before him on the upland 
He could see the Shining Wigwam 135 

Of the Manito of Wampum, 
Of the mightiest of Magicians. 

Then once more Cheemaun he patted, 
To his birch-canoe said, "Onward!" 
And it stirred in all its fibres, 140 

And with one great bound of triumph 
Leaped across the water-lilies, 
Leaped through tangled flags and rushes, 
And upon the beach beyond them 
Dry-shod landed Hiawatha. 145 

Straight he took his bow of ash-tree, 
One end on the sand he rested. 
With his knee he pressed the middle, 
Stretched the faithful bow-string tighter. 
Took an arrow, jasper-headed, 150 

Shot it at the Shining Wigwam, 
Sent it singing as a herald. 
As a bearer of his message, 



7^ THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Of his challciii;c loud and lofty: 
''Come forth from your lodge, Pearl-Feath- 
er! 155 
Hiawatha waits your coming!" 

Straightway from the Shining Wigwam 
Came the mighty Megissogwon, 
Tall of stature, broad of shoulder, 
Dark and terrible in aspect, 160 

Clad from head to foot in wampum, 
Armed with all his warlike weapons. 
Painted like the sky of morning, 
Streaked with crimson, blue and yellow, 
Crested with great eagle-feathers, 165 

Streaming upward, streaming outward. 

"Well I know you, Hiawatha!" 
Cried he in a voice of thunder. 
In a tone of loud derision. 
"Hasten back, O Shaugodaya! 170 

Hasten back among the women. 
Back to old Nokomis, Faint-heart! 
I will slay you as you stand there, 
As of old I slew her father!" 

But my Hiawatha answered, 175 

Nothing daunted, fearing nothing: 
"Big words do not smite like war-clubs, 
Boastful breath is not a bow-string. 
Taunts are not as sharp as arrows. 
Deeds are better things than words are, 180 
Actions mightier than boastings!" 

Then began the greatest battle 
That the sun had ever looked on, 
That the war-birds ever witnessed. 
All a Summer's day it lasted, 185 

From the sunrise to the sunset; 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 79 

For the shafts of Hiawatha 

Harmless hit the shirt of wampum, 

Harmless fell the blows he dealt it 

With his mittens, Minjekahwun, 190 

Harmless fell the heavy war-club; 

It could dash the rocks asunder. 

But it could not break the meshes 

Of that magic shirt of wampum. 

Till at sunset Hiawatha, 195 

Leaning on his bow of ash-tree. 
Wounded, weary, and desponding, 
With his mighty war-club broken. 
With his mittens torn and tattered, 
And three useless arrows only, 200 

Paused to rest beneath a pine-tree, 
From whose branches trailed the mosses. 
And whose trunk was coated over 
With the Dead-man's Moccasin-leather, 
With the fungus white and yellow. 205 

Suddenly from the boughs above him 
Sang the Mama, the woodpecker: 
''Aim your arrows, Hiawatha, 
At the head of Megissogwon, 
Strike the tuft of hair upon it, 210 

At their roots the long black tresses; 
There alone can he be wounded!" 

Winged with feathers, tipped with jasper, 
Swift flew Hiawatha's arrow. 
Just as Megissogwon, stooping, 215 

Raised a heavy stone to throw it. 
Full upon the crown it struck him. 
At the roots of his long tresses, 
And he reeled and staggered forward, 
Plunging like a wounded bison, 220 



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THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 



Yes, like Pezhekee, tlic l)ison. 
When the snow is on the prairie. 

Swifter flew the second arrow, 
In the pathway of the other, 
Piercing deeper than the other, 225 

Wounding sorer than the other; 
And the knees of Alegissogwon 
Shook like windy reeds beneath him. 
Bent and trembled like the rushes. 

But the third and latest arrow 230 







'"Plunging like a wounded bison.' 

Swiftest flew, and wounded sorest, 
And the mighty Megisscfgwon 
Saw the fiery eyes of Pauguk, 
Saw the eyes of Death glare at him. 
Heard his voice call in the darkness; 
At the feet of Hiawatha 
Lifeless lay the great Pearl-Feather, 
Lay the mightiest of i\Iagicians. 

Then the grateful Hiawatha 
Called the Mama, the woodpecker. 
From his perch among the branches 
Of the melancholy pine-tree, 
And, in honor of his service, 
Stained with blood the tuft of feathers 



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On the little head of Mama; 245 

Even to this day he wears it, 
Wears the tuft of crimson feathers 
As a symbol of his service. 

Then he stripped the shirt of wampum 
From the back of Megissogwon, 250 

As a trophy of the battle, 
As a signal of his conquest. 
On the shore he left the body, 
Half on land and half in water, 
In the sand his feet were buried, 255 

And his face was in the water. 
And above him, wheeled and clamored 
The Keneu, the great war-eagle, 
Sailing round in narrower circles, 
Hovering nearer, nearer, nearer. 260 

From the wigwam Hiawatha 
Bore the wealth of Megissogwon, 
All his wealth of skins and wampum, 
Furs of bison and of beaver. 
Furs of sable and of ermine, 265 

Wampum belts and strings and pouches. 
Quivers wrought with beads of wampum. 
Filled with arrows, silver-headed. 

Homeward then he sailed exulting, ■ 
Homeward through the black pitch-water, 270 
Homeward through the weltering serpents. 
With the trophies of the battle, 
With a shout and song of triumph. 

On the shore stood old Nokomis, 
And the very strong man, Kwasind, 
On the shore stood Chibiabos, 275 

Waiting for the hero's coming, 
Listening to his song of triumph. 



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THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 



And the people of the villag-c 

Welcomed him with songs and dances, 280 

Made a joyous feast, and shouted: 

"Honor be to Hiawatha! 

He has slain the great Pearl-Feather, 

Slain the mightiest of Magicians, 

Him who sent the fiery fever, 285 

Sent the white fog from the fen-lands. 

Sent disease and death among us!" 

Ever dear to Hiawatha 
Was the memory of Mama! 
And in token of his friendship, 290 

As a mark of his remembrance. 
He adorned and decked his pipe-stem 
With the crimson tuft of feathers, 
With the blood-red crest of ]\Iama. 
But the wealth of Megissogwon, 295 

All the trophies of the battle. 
He divided with his people, 
Shared it equally among them. 




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X. 



HIAWATHA'S 

WOOING. 

7 S unto the bow the cord 
C is, 

So unto the man is wo- 
man, 
Though she bends him, 
she obeys him, 
Though she draws him, yet she follows, 
Useless each without the other!" 5 

Thus the youthful Hiawatha 
Said within himself and pondered. 
Much perplexed by various feelings, 
Listless, longing, hoping, fearing. 
Dreaming still of Minnehaha, lo. 

Of the lovely Laughing Water, 
In the land of the Dacotahs. 

'Wed a maiden of your people," 
Warning said the old Nokomis; 
"Go not eastward, go not westward, 15 

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84 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

For a stranger, whom we know not! 

Like a fire upon the hearth-stone 

Is a neighbor's homely daughter, 

Like the starHght or the moonhght 

Is the handsomest of strangers!" 20 

Thus dissuading spake Nokomis, 
And my Hiawatha answered 
Only this: "Dear old Nokomis, 
Very pleasant is the firelight, 
But I like the starlight better, 25 

Better do I like the moonlight!'' 

Gravely then said old Nokomis: 
"Bring not here an idle maiden. 
Bring not here a useless w^oman, 
Hands unskilful, feet unwilling; 30 

Bring a wife with nimble fingers, 
Heart and hand that move together, 
Feet that run on willing errands!'' 

SmiHng answered Hiawatha: 
"In the land of the Dacotahs 35 

Lives the Arrow-maker's daughter, 
Minnehaha, Laughing Water, 
Flandsomest of all the women. 
I will bring her to your wigwam, 
She shall run upon your errands, 40 

Be your starlight, moonlight, firelight, 
Be the sunlight of my people!" 

Still dissuading said Nokomis: 
"Bring not to my lodge a stranger 
From the land of the Dacotahs! 45 

Very fierce are the Dacotahs, 
Often is there war between us, 
There are feuds yet unforgotten, 
Wounds that ache and still may open!" 




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Laughing answered Hiawatha: 50 

''For that reason, if no other, 
Would I wed the fair Dacotah, 
That our tribes might be united, 
That old feuds might be forgotten, 
And old wounds be healed forever!" 55 



Thus departed Hiawatha 
To the land of the Dacotahs, 
To the land of handsome women; 
Striding over moor and meadow, 
Through interminable forests, 60 

Through uninterrupted silence. 

With his moccasins of magic, 
At each stride a mile he measured; 
Yet the way seemed long before him, 
And his heart outrun his footsteps; 65 

And he journeyed without resting, 
Till he heard the cataract's thunder. 
Heard the Falls of Minnehaha 
Calling to him through the silence. 
'Tleasant is the sound!" he murmured, 70 
'Tleasant is the voice that calls me!" 

On the outskirts of the forest, 
'Twixt the shadow and the sunshine. 
Herds of fallow deer were feeding. 
But they saw not Hiawatha; 75 

To his bow he whispered, "Fail not!" 
To his arrow whispered, "Swerve not!" 
Sent it singing on its errand. 
To the red heart of the roebuck ; 
Threw the deer across his shoulder, 80 

And sped forward without pausing. 



86 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

At the doorway of his wigwam 
Sat the ancient Arrow-maker, 
In the land of the Dacotahs, 
Makings arrow-heads of jasper, 85 

Arrow-heads of chalcedony. 
At his side in all her beauty, 
Sat the lovely AHnnehaha, 
Sat his daughter, Laughing Water, 
Plaiting mats of flags and rushes; 90 

Of the past the old man's thoughts were, 
And the maiden's of the future. 

He was thinking, as he sat there, 
Of the days when with such arrows 
He had struck the deer and bison, 95 

On the Muskoday, the meadow : 
Shot the wild q-qosc, flving southward, 
On the wing, the clamorous Wawa; 
Thinking of the great war-parties, 
How^ they came to buy his arrows, 100 

Could not fight without his arrows. 
Ah, no more such noble warriors 
Could be found on earth as they were! 
Now the men were all like women. 
Only used their tongues for weapons! 105 

She was thinking of a hunter, 
From another tribe and country. 
Young and tall and very handsome, 
Who one morning, in the Spring-time, 
Came to buy her father's arrows, no 

Sat and rested in the wigwam, 
Lingered long about the doorway, 
Looking back as he departed. 
She had heard her father praise him, 
Praise his courage and his wisdom: 115 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 87 

Would he come again for arrows 
To the Falls of Minnehaha? 
On the mat her hands lay idle, 
And her eyes were very dreamy. 

Through their thoughts they heard a foot- 
step, 120 
Heard a rustling in the branches. 
And with glowing cheek and forehead, 
With the deer upon his shoulders, 
Suddenly from out the woodlands 
Hiawatha stood before them. 125 

Straight the ancient Arrow-maker 
Looked up gravely from his labor, 
Laid aside the unfinished arrow, 
Bade him enter at the doorway. 
Saying, as he rose to meet him, 130 

''Hiawatha, you are welcome!" 

At the feet of Laughing Water 
Hiawatha laid his burden. 
Threw the red deer from his shoulders; 
And the maiden looked up at him, 135 

Looked up from her mat of rushes, 
Said with gentle look and accent, 
"You are welcome, Hiawatha!" 

Very spacious was the wigwam, 
Made of deer-skin dressed and whitened, 140 
With the Gods of the Dacotahs 
Drawn and painted on its curtains. 
And so tall the doorway, hardly 
Hiawatha stooped to enter. 
Hardly touched his eagle-feathers 145 

As he entered at the doorway. 

Then uprose the Laughing Water, 
From the ground fair Minnehaha, 



88 THE SONG Ol- HIAWATHA. 

Laid aside her mat unfinished, 
Brought forth food and set before them, 150 
Water brought tliem from the brooklet, 
Gave them food in earthen vessels, 
Gave them drink in l)o\vls of bass-wood, 
Listened while the guest was speaking, 
Listened while her father answered, 155 

But not once her lips she opened. 
Not a single word she uttered. 

Yes, as in a dream she listened 
To the words of Hiawatha^ 
As he talked of old Nokomis, i6o 

Who had nursed him in his childhood. 
As he told of his companions, 
Chibiabos, the musician, 
And the very strong man, Kwasind, 
And of happiness and plenty 165 

In the land of the Ojibways, 
In the pleasant land and peaceful. 

"After many years of warfare, 
Many years of strife and bloodshed. 
There is peace between the Ojibways 170 

And the tribe of the Dacotahs.'' 
Thus continued Hiawatha, 
And then added, speaking slowly, 
"That this peace may last forever. 
And our hands be clasped more closely, 175 
And our hearts be more united. 
Give me as my wife this maiden, 
Minnehaha, Laughing Water, 
Loveliest of Dacotah women!" 

And the ancient Arrow-maker 180 

Paused a moment ere he answered, 
Smoked a little while in silence. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 89 

Looked at Hiawatha proudly, 

Fondly looked at Laughing Water, 

And made answer very gravely: 185 

''Yes, if Minnehaha wishes; 

Let your heart speak, Minnehaha!" 

And the lovely Laughing Water 
Seemed more lovely, as she stood there, 
Neither willing nor reluctant, 190 

As she w^ent to Hiawatha, 
Softly took the seat beside him. 
While she said, and blushed to say it, 
"I will follow you, my husband!" 

This was Hiawatha's wooing! 195 

Thus it was he won the daughter 
Of the ancient Arrow-maker, 
In the land of the Dacotahs! 

From the wigwam he departed. 
Leading with him Laughing Water; 200 

Hand in hand they went together. 
Through the woodland and the meadow, 
Left the old man standing lonely 
At the doorway of his wigwam. 
Heard the Falls of Minnehaha 205 

Calling to them from the distance. 
Crying to them from afar ofif, 
"Fare thee well, O Minnehaha!" 

And the ancient Arrow-maker 
Turned again unto his labor, 210 

Sat down by his sunny doorway. 
Murmuring to himself, and saying: 
"Thus it is our daughters leave us. 
Those we love, and those who love us! 
Just when they have learned to help us, 215 
When we are old and lean upon them, 



90 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Comes a youth witli flaunting feathers, 
With his flute of reeds, a stranger 
Wanders piping through the village, 
Beekons to the fairest maiden, 220 

And she follows where he leads her, 
Leaving all things for the stranger!" 



Pleasant was the journey homeward, 
Through interminable forests, 
Over meadow, over mountain, 225 

Over river, hill, and hollow. 
Short it seemed to Hiawatha, 
Though they journeyed very slowly, 
Though his pace he checked and slackened 
To the steps of Laughing Water. 230 

Over wide and rushing rivers 
In his arms he bore the maiden ; 
Light he thought her as a feather. 
As the plume upon his head-gear; 
Cleared the tangled pathway for her, 235 

Bent aside the swaying branches, 
Made at night a lodge of branches. 
And a bed with boughs of hemlock, 
And a fire before the doorway 
With the dry cones of the pine-tree. 240 

All the travelling winds went with them, 
O'er the meadow, through the forest; 
All the stars of night looked at them, 
Watched with sleepless eyes their slumber; 
From his ambush in the oak-tree 245 

Peeped the squirrel, Adjidaumo, 
Watched with eager eyes the lovers; 
And the rabbit, the Wabasso, 
Scampered from the path bcfc^rc them. 




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Peering, peeping from his burrow, 250 

Sat erect upon his haunches, 
Watched with curious eyes the lovers. 

Pleasant was the journey homeward! 
All tile birds sang loud and sweetly 
Songs of happiness and heart's-ease; 255 
Sang, the bluebird, the Owaissa, 
"Happy are you, Hiawatha, 
Having such a wife to love you!" 
Sang the Opechee, the robin, 
"Happy are you. Laughing Water, 260 

Having such a noble husband!" 

From the sky the sun benignant 
Looked upon them through the branches, 
Saying to them, "O my children. 
Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, 265 

Life is checkered shade and sunshine. 
Rule by love, O Hiawatha!" 

From the sky the moon looked at them, 
Filled the lodge with mystic splendors, 
Whispered to them, "O my children, 270 

Day is restless, night is quiet, 
Man imperious, woman feeble; 
Half is mine, although I follow; 
Rule by patience. Laughing Water!" 

Thus it was they journeyed homeward; 275 
Thus it was that Hiawatha 
To the lodge of old Nokomis 
Brought the moonlight, starlight, firelight, 
Brought the sunshine of his people, 
Minnehaha, Laughing Water, 280 

Handsomest of all the women 
In the land of the Dacotahs, 
In the land of handsome women. 





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XL 

HIAWATHA'S 

WEDDING-FEAST. 

OU shall hear how Pau- 
Puk-Keewis, 

How the handsome Yena- 
dizze 

Danced at Hiawatha's wed- 
ding; 
How the gentle Chibiabos, 
He the sweetest of musicians, 5 

Sang his songs of love and longing; 
How lagoo, the great boaster, 
He the marvellous story-teller, 
Told his tales of strange adventure, 
That the feast might be more joyous, 10 

That the time might pass more gayly. 
And the guests be more contented. 

Sumptuous was the feast Nokomis 
Made at Hiawatha's wedding; 
All the bowls were made of bass-wood, 15 
White and polished very smoothly, 
All the spoons of horn of bison. 

Black and polished very smoothly. 

92. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 



93 



She had sent through all the village 
Messengers with wands of willow, 20 

As a sign of invitation, 
As a token of the feasting; 
And the wedding guests assembled, 
Clad in all their richest raiment, 
Robes of fur and belts of wampum, 25 

Splendid with their paint and plumage. 
Beautiful with beads and tassels. 

First they ate the sturgeon, Nahma, 




And the pike, the Maskenozha, 

Caught and cooked by old Nokomis; 30 

Then on pemican they feasted, 

Pemican and buffalo marrow. 

Haunch of deer and hump of bison. 

Yellow cakes of the Mondamin, 

And the wild rice of the river. 35 

But the gracious Hiawatha, 
And the lovely Laughing Water, 
And the careful old Nokomis, 



94 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Tasted not the food before them, 

Only waited on the others, 40 

Only served their guests in silence. 

And when all the guests had finished, 
Old Xokoniis, brisk and busy, 
From an ample pouch of otter. 
Filled the red stone pipes for smoking 45 
With tobacco from the South-land, 
Mixed with bark of the red willow, 
And with herbs and leaves of fragrance. 

Then she said, "O Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
Dance for us your merry dances, 50 

Dance the Beggar's Dance to please us. 
That the feast may be more joyous, 
That the time may pass more gayly. 
And our guests be more contented!" 

Then the handsome Pau-Puk-Kcewis, 55 
He the idle Yenadizze, 
He the merry mischief-maker, 
Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, 
Rose among the guests assembled. 

Skilled was he in sports and pastimes, 60 
In the merrv dance of snow-shoes, 
In the play of quoits and ball-play; 
Skilled was he in games of hazard. 
In all games of skill and hazard, 
Pugasaing, the Bowl and Counters, 65 

Kuntassoo, the Game of Plum-stones, 
Though the warriors called him I'^aint-hcart, 
Called him coward, Shaugoda}a, 
Idler, gambler, Yenadizze, 
Little heeded he their jesting, 70 

Little cared he for their insults, 
Vox the women and the maidens 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 95 

Loved the handsome Pau-Puk-Keewis. 

He was dressed in shirt of doe-skin, 
White and soft, and fringed with ermine, 75 
All inwrought with beads of wampum; 
He was dressed in deer-skin leggings. 
Fringed with hedgehog quills and ermine, 
And in moccasins of buck-skin. 




Bucliskin Shirt, Embroidered with Wampum. 
Thick with quills and beads embroidered. 80 
On his head were plumes of swan's down, 
On his heels were tails of foxes, 
In one hand a fan of feathers. 
And a pipe was in the other. 

Barred with streaks of red and yellow, 85 
Streaks of blue and bright vermilion. 
Shone the face of Pau-Puk-Keewis. 



96 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

From his forehead fell his tresses, 

Smooth, and parted like a woman's, 

Shining bright with oil, and plaited, 90 

Hung with braids of scented grasses. 

As among the guests assembled. 

To the sound of flutes and singing, 

To the sound of drums and voices, 

Rose the handsome Pau-Puk-Keewis, 95 

And began his mystic dances. 

First he danced a solemn measure, 
Very slow in step and gesture. 
In and out among the pine-trees, 
Through the shadows and the sunshine, 100 
IVeading softly like a panther. 
Then more swiftly and still swnfter, 
Whirling, spinning round in circles. 
Leaping o'er the guests assembled. 
Eddying round and round the wigwam, 105 
Till the leaves went whirling with him, 
Till the dust and wind together 
Swept in eddies round about him. 

Then along the sandy margin 
Of the lake, the Big-Sea- Water, no 

On he sped with frenzied gestures, 
Stamped upon the sand, and tossed it 
Wildly in the air around him; 
Till llic wind became a whirlwind. 
Till the sand was blown and sifted 115 

Like great snowdrifts o'er the landscape, 
TTeai)ing all the shores with Sand Dunes, 
Sand Hills of the Nagow Wudjoo! 

Thus the merry Pau-Puk-Keewis 
Danced his P>eggar's Dance to please them, 120 
And, returning, sat down laughing 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 97 

There among the guests assembled, 
Sat and fanned himself serenely 
With his fan of turkey-feathers. 

Then they said to Chibiabos, 125 

To the friend of Hiawatha, 
To the sweetest of all singers, 
To the best of all musicians, 
"Sing to us, O Chibiabos! 
Songs of love and songs of longing, 130 

That the feast may be more joyous, 
That the time may pass more gayly. 
And our guests be more contented!" 

And the gentle Chibiabos 
Sang in accents sweet and tender, 135 

Sang in tones of deep emotion, 
Songs of love and songs of longing; 
Looking still at Hiawatha, 
Looking at fair Laughing Water, 
Sang he softly, sang in this wise: 140 

''Onaway! Awake, beloved! 
Thou the wild-flower of the forest! 
Thou the wild-bird of the prairie! 
Thou with eyes so soft and fawn-like! 

"li thou only lookest at me, 145 

I am happy, I am happy. 
As the lilies of the prairie. 
When they feel the dew upon them! 

"Sweet thy breath is as the fragrance 
Of the wild-flowers in the morning, 150 

As their fragrance is at evening. 
In the Moon when leaves are falling. 

"Does not all the blood within me 
Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee. 
As the springs to meet the sunshine, 155 



9^ Till': SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

In the Moon when nights arc brightest? 

"Onaway! my heart sings to thee, 
Sings with joy when thou art near me, 
As the sighing, singing branches 
In the pleasant Aloon of Strawberries! i6o 

''When thou art not pleased, beloved, 
Then my heart is sad and darkened. 
As the shining river darkens 
When the clouds drop shadows on it! 

"When thou smilest, my beloved, 165 

Then my troubled heart is brightened, 
As in sunshine gleam the ripples 
That the cold wind makes in rivers. 

"Smiles the earth, and smile the waters. 
Smile the cloudless skies above us, 170 

But I lose the way of smiling 
When thou art no longer near me! 

"I myself, myself! behold me! 
Blood of my beating heart, behold me! 
O awake, awake, beloved! 175 

Onaway! awake, beloved!" 

Thus the gentle Chibiabos 
Sang his song of love and longing; 
And lagoo, the great boaster. 
He the marvellous story-teller, 180 

He the friend of old Nokomis, 
Jealous of the sweet musician, 
Jealous of the applause they gave him. 
Saw in all the eyes around him. 
Saw in all their looks and gestures, 185 

That the wedding guests assembled 
Longed to hear his pleasant stories. 
His immeasurable falsehoods. 

Very boastful was lagoo; 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Never heard lie an adventure 
But himself had met a greater; 
Never any deed of daring 
But himself had done a bolder; 
Never any marvellous story 
But himself could tell a stranger. 
Would you listen to his boasting, 



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"And the wedding guests assembled, 
Clad in all their richest raiment." 

Would you only give him credence, 

No one ever shot an arrow 

Half so far and high as he had; 

Ever caught so many fishes. 

Ever killed so many reindeer, 

Ever trapped so many beaver! 

None could run so fast as he could. 

None could dive so deep as he could. 

None could swim so far as he could; 

None had made so many journeys. 



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loo THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

None had seen so many wonders, 

As this wonderful lagoo, 

As this marvellous stor3'-teller! 

Thus his name became a by-word 210 

And a jest among the people; 
And whene'er a boastful hunter 
Praised his own address too highly, 
Or a warrior, home returning, 
Talked too much of his achievements, 215 
All his hearers cried, 'Tagoo! 
Here's lagoo come among us!" 

He it was who carved the cradle 
Of the little Hiawatha, 

Carved its framework out of linden, 220 

Bound it strong with reindeer sinews; 
He it was who taught him later 
How to make his bows and arrows. 
How to make the bows of ash-tree, 
And the arrows of the oak-tree. 225 

So among the guests assembled 
At my Hiawatha's wedding 
Sat lagoo, old and ugly. 
Sat the marvellous story-teller. 

And they said, "O good lagoo, 230 

Tell us now a tale of wonder. 
Tell us of some strange adventure, 
That the feast may be more joyous, 
That the time may pass more gayly, 
And our guests be more contented!" 235 

And lagoo answered straightway, 
"You shall hear a tale of wonder. 
You shall hear the strange adventures 
Of Osseo, the Magician, 
From the Evening Star descended." 240 




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XII. 

THE SON OF THE 
EVENING STAR. 

iff AN it be the sun descend- 
ing 
O'er the level plain of 

water? 
Or the Red Swan floating, 
flying, 

Wounded by the magic arrow. 
Staining all the waves with crimson, 5 

With the crimson of its life-blood, 
Filling all the air with splendor, 
With the splendor of its plumage? 

Yes; it is the sun descending. 
Sinking down into the water; 10 

All the sky is stained with purple. 
All the water flushed with crimson ! 
No; it is the Red Swan floating. 
Diving down beneath the water; 
To the sky its wings are lifted, 15 

With its blood the waves are reddened ! 

101 



I02 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Over it the Star of Evenings 
Melts and trembles through the purple, 
Hangs suspended in the twilight. 
No; it is a bead of wampum 20 

On the robes of the Great Spirit, 
As he passes through the twilight, 
Walks in silence through the heavens. 

This with joy beheld lagoo 
And he said in haste: "Behold it! 25 

See the sacred Star of Evening! 
You shall hear a tale of wonder, 
Hear the story of Osseo! 
Son of the Evening Star, Osseo! 

"Once, in days no more remembered, 30 
Ages nearer the beginning, 
When the heavens were closer to us, 
And the Gods were more familiar. 
In the North-land lived a hunter, 
With ten young and comely daughters, 35 
Tall and lithe as wands of willow; 
Only Oweenee, the youngest. 
She the wilful and the w^ayward, 
She the silent, dreamy maiden, 
Was the fairest of the sisters. 40 

"All these women married warriors, 
Married brave and haughty husbands; 
Only Oweenee, the youngest. 
Laughed and flouted all her lovers. 
All her young and handsome suitors, 45 

And then married old Osseo, 
Old Osseo, poor and ugly. 
Broken with age and weak with coughing, 
Always coughing like a squirrel. 

"Ah, but beautiful within him 50 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 103 

Was the spirit of Osseo, 

From the Evening Star descended, 

Star of Evening, Star of Woman, 

Star of tenderness and passion ! 

All its lire was in his bosom 55 

All its beauty in his spirit, 

All its mystery in his being. 

All its splendor in his language! 

''And her lovers, the rejected. 
Handsome men with belts of wampum, 60 
Handsome men with paint and feathers. 
Pointed at her in derision, 
Followed her with jest and laughter. 
But she said: 'I care not for you. 
Care not for your belts of wampum, 65 

Care not for your paint and feathers. 
Care not for your jest and laughter; 
I am happy with Osseo!' 

"Once to some great feast invited, 
Through the damp and dusk of evening 70 
Walked together the ten sisters. 
Walked together with their husbands; 
Slowly followed old Osseo, 
With fair Oweenee beside him; 
All the others chatted gayly, 75 

These two only walked in silence. 

''At the western sky Osseo 
Gazed intent, as if imploring, 
Often stopped and gazed imploring 
At the trembling Star of Evening, 80 

At the tender Star of Woman; 
And they heard him murmur softly, 
'Ah, showainnemeshin, Nosa! 
Pity, pity me, my father!' 



I04 THl': SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

" 'Listen!' said tlic elder sister, 85 

'He is praying to his father! 
What a pity that the old man 
Does not stumble in the pathway, 
Does not break his neek bv fallin"!' 
And they laughed till all the forest 90 

Rang with their unseemly laughter. 

"On their pathway through the woodlands 
Lay an oak, by storms uprooted, 
Lay the great trunk of an oak-tree. 
Buried half in leaves and mosses, 95 

Mouldering, crumbling, huge and hollow. 
And Osseo, when he saw it. 
Gave a shout, a cry of anguish, 
Leaped into its yawning cavern, 
At one end went in an old man, 100 

Wasted, wrinkled, old, and ugly; 
From the other came a young man, 
Tall and straight and strong and handsome. 

'Thus Osseo was transfigured. 
Thus restored to youth and beauty; 105 

But, alas for good Osseo, 
And for Oweenee, the faithful! 
Strangely, too, was she transfigured. 
Changed into a weak old w'oman, 
With a staff she tottered onward, no 

Wasted, wrinkled, old, and ugly! 
And the sisters and their husbands 
Laughed until the echoing forest 
Rang with their unseemly laughter. 

"But Osseo turned not from her, 115 

Walked with slower step beside her. 
Took her hand, as brown and withered 
As an oak-leaf is in winter, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 105 

Called her sweetheart, Nenemoosha, 
Soothed her with soft words of kindness, 120 
Till they reached the lodge of feasting, 
Till they sat down in the wigwam, 
Sacred to the Star of Evening, 
To the tender Star of Woman. 

"Wrapt in visions, lost in dreaming, 125 

At the banquet sat Osseo; 
All were merry, all were happy, 
All were joyous but Osseo. 
Neither food nor drink he tasted. 
Neither did he speak nor listen, 130 

But as one bewildered sat he, 
Looking dreamily and sadly. 
First at Oweenee, then upward 
At the gleaming sky above them. 

''Then a voice was heard, a whisper, 135 
Coming from the starry distance. 
Coming from the empty vastness, 
Low, and musical, and tender; 
And the voice said: 'O Osseo! 
O my son, my best beloved! 140 

Broken are the spells that bound you. 
All the charms of the magicians, 
All the magic powers of evil; 
Come to me; ascend, Osseo! 

" Taste the food that stands before you: 145 
It is blessed and enchanted. 
It has magic virtues in it. 
It will change you to a spirit. 
All your bowls and all your kettles 
Shall be wood and clay no longer; 150 

But the bowls be changed to wampum, 
And the kettles shall be silver; 



io6 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

They shall shine like shells of scarlet, 
Like the fire shall gleam and s^limmer. 

*' 'And the women shall no longer 155 

Bear the dreary doom of labor, 
But be changed to birds, and glisten 
With the beauty of the starlight, 
Painted with the dusky splendors 
Of the skies and clouds of evening!' 16 J 

"What Osseo heard as whispers, 
What as words he comprehended. 
Was but music to the others, 
Music as of birds afar off, 
Of the whippoorwill afar ofif, 165 

Of the lonely Wawonaissa 
Singing in the darksome forest. 

"Then the lodge began to tremble, 
Straight began to shake and tremble, 
And they felt it rising, rising, 170 

Slowly through the air ascending, 
From the darkness of the tree-tops 
Forth into the dewy starlight, 
Till it passed the topmost branches; 
And behold! the wooden dishes 175 

All were changed to shells of scarlet! 
And behold! the earthen kettles 
All were changed to bowls of silver! 
And the roof-poles of the wigwam 
Were as glittering rods of silver, i8d 

And the roof of bark upon them 
As the shining shards of beetles. 

"Then ( )sseo gazed around him, 
And he saw the nine fair sisters. 
All the sisters and their husbands, 185 

Changed to birds of various ])lumage. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 107 

Some were jays and some were magpies, 
Others thrushes, others blackbirds; 
And they hopped, and sang, and twittered, 
Perked and fluttered all their feathers, 190 
Strutted in their shining plumage, 
And their tails like fans unfolded. 

"Only Oweenee, the youngest, 
Was not changed, but sat in silence, 
Wasted, wrinkled, old, and ugly, 195 

Looking sadly at the others; 
Till Osseo, gazing upward. 
Gave another cry of anguish. 
Such a cry as he had uttered 
By the oak-tree in the forest. 200 

"Then returned her youth and beauty, 
And her soiled and tattered garments , 
Were transformed to robes of ermine, 
And her staff became a feather, 
Yes, a shining silver feather! 205 

"And again the wigwam trembled. 
Swayed and rushed through airy currents, 
Through transparent cloud and vapor. 
And amid celestial splendors 
On the Evening Star ahghted, 210 

As. a snow-flake falls on snow-flake. 
As a leaf drops on a river, 
As the thistle-down on water. 

"Forth with cheerful words of welcome 
Came the father of Osseo, 215 

He with radiant locks of silver; 
He with eyes serene and tender. 
And he said: 'My son, Osseo, 
Hang the cage of birds you bring there, 
Hang the cage with rods of silver, 220 



Io8 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

And the birds with ^c^listciiino: feathers, 
At the doorway of my wigwam.' 

"At the door he hung the bird-cage, 
And they entered in and gladly 
Listened to Osseo's father, 225 

Ruler of the Star of Evening, 
As he said: 'O my Osseo! 
I have had compassion on you, 
Given you back your youth and beauty, 
Into birds of various plumage 230 

Changed your sisters and their husbands; 
Changed them thus because they mocked you ; 
In the figure of the old man, 
In that aspect sad and wrinkled. 
Could not see your heart of passion, 235 

Could not see your youth immortal; 
Only Oweenee, the faithful, 
Saw your naked heart and loved you. 

*' 'In the lodge that glimmers yonder, 
In the little star that twinkles 240 

Through the vapors, on the left hand, 
Lives the envious Evil Spirit, 
The Wabeno, the magician. 
Who transformed you to an old man. 
Take heed lest his beams fall on you, 245 

For the rays he darts around him 
Are the power of his enchantment. 
Arc the arrows that he uses.' 

"Many years, in peace and quiet, 
On the peaceful Star of Evening 250 

Dwelt Osseo with his father; 
Many years, in song and flutter, 
At the doorway of the wigwam. 
Hung the cage with rods of silver, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. I09 

And fair Oweenee, the faithful, 255 

Bore a son unto Osseo, 
With the beauty of his mother, 
With the courage of his father. 

''And the boy grew up and prospered, 
And Osseo, to dehght him, 260 

Made him httle bows and arrows, 
Opened the great cage of silver, 
And let loose his aunts and uncles. 
All those birds with glossy feathers. 
For his little son to shoot at. 265 

"Round and round they wheeled and darted, 
Filled the Evening Star with music. 
With their songs of joy and freedom; 
Filled the Evening Star with splendor. 
With the fluttering of their plumage; 270 
Till the boy, the little hunter, 
Bent his bow and shot an arrow, 
Shot a swift and fatal arrow, 
And a bird, with shining feathers. 
At his feet fell wounded sorely. 275 

''But, O wondrous transformation! 
'T was no bird he saw before him! 
'T was a beautiful young woman, 
With the arrow in her bosom! 

"When her blood fell on the planet, 280 
On the sacred Star of Evening, 
Broken was the spell of magic, 
Powerless was the strange enchantment, 
And the youth, the fearless bowman. 
Suddenly felt himself descending, 285 

Held by unseen hands, but sinking 
Downward through the empty spaces. 
Downward through the clouds and vapors, 



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Till he rested on an island, 

On an island, green and grassy, 290 

Yonder in the Big-Sea-Water. 

"After him he saw descending 
All the birds with shining feathers. 
Fluttering, falling, wafted downward. 
Like the painted leaves of Autumn; 295 

And the lodge with poles of silver, 
With its roof like wings of beetles, 
Like the shining shards of beetles, 
By the winds of heaven uplifted, 
Slowly sank upon the island, 300 

Bringing back the good Osseo, 
Bringing Oweenee^^ the faithful. 

''Then the birds, again transfigured, 
Reassumed the shape of mortals. 
Took their shape, but not their stature; 305 
They remained as Little People, 
Like the pygmies, the Puk-Wudjies, 
And on pleasant nights of Summer, 
When the Evening Star was shining. 
Hand in hand they danced together 310 

On the island's craggy headlands, 
On the sand-beach low and level. 

''Still their glittering lodge is seen there. 
On the tranquil Summer evenings, 
And u])on the shore the fisher 315 

Sometimes hears their happy voices, 
Sees them dancing in the starlight!" 

W1ien the story was completed, 
When the wondrous tale was ended. 
Looking round upon his listeners, 320 

Solemnly lagoo added: 
"There arc great men, I have known such. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. Ill 

Whom their people understand not, 

Whom they even make a jest of, 

Scoff and jeer at in derision. 325 

From the story of Osseo 

Let them learn the fate of jesters!" 

All the wedding guests delighted 
Listened to the marvellous story, 
Listened laughing and applauding, 330 

And they whispered to each other: 
"Does he mean himself, I wonder? 
And are we the aunts and uncles?" 

Then again sang Chibiabos, 
Sang a song of love and longing, 335 

In those accents sweet and tender. 
In those tones of pensive sadness. 
Sang a maiden's lamentation 
For her lover, her Algonquin. 

"When I think of my beloved, 340 

Ah me! think of my beloved, 
When my heart is thinking of him, 
O my sweetheart, my Algonquin! 

"Ah, me! when I parted from him, 
Round my neck he hung the wampum, 345 
As a pledge, the snow-white wampum, 
O my sweetheart, my Algonquin! 

"I will go with you, he whispered. 
Ah me! to your native country; 
Let me go with you, he whispered, 350 

O my sweetheart, my Algonquin! 

"Far away, away, I answered. 
Very far away, I answered, 
Ah me! is my native country, 
O my sweetheart, my Algonquin! 355 

"When I looked back to behold him. 



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THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 



Where we parted, to behold him, 
After nie he still was gazing, 
O my sweetheart, my Algonquin! 

"By the tree he still was standing, 360 

By the fallen tree was standing. 
That had dropped into the water, 
O my sweetheart, my Algonquin! 

''When I think of my beloved. 
Ah me! think of my beloved, 365 

When my heart is thinking of him, 
O my sweetheart, my Algonquin!" 

Such was Hiawatha's Wedding, 
Such the dance of Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
Such the story of lagoo, 370 

Such the songs of Chibiabos; 
Thus the wedding banquet ended, 
And the wedding guests departed. 
Leaving Hiawatha happy 
With the night and Minnehaha. 375 




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Hunting Buffalo at the Headwaters of the Missouri. 



XIII. 

BLESSING THE CORN-FIELDS. 

ING, O song of Hiawatha, 
Of the happy days that fol- 
lowed, . 
In the land of the Ojibways, 
In the pleasant land and 

peaceful! 
Sing the mysteries of Mon- 
damin, 5 

Sing the Blessing of the 
Corn-fields! 
Buried was the bloody hatchet. 
Buried was the dreadful war-club. 
Buried were all warlike weapons, 
And the war-cry was forgotten. 10 

There was peace among the nations; 
Unmolested roved the hunters. 
Built the birch canoe for sailing, 
Caught the fish in lake and river. 
Shot the deer and trapped the beaver; 15 

'Unmolested worked the women, ^ 
Made their sugar from the maple. 
Gathered wild rice in the meadows, 

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114 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Dressed the skins of deer and beaver. 

All around the happy village 20 

Stood the maize-fields, green and shining, 
Waved the green plumes of Mondamin, 
Waved his soft and sunny tresses, 
Filling all the land with plenty. 
'T was the women who in Spring-time 25 

Planted the broad fields and fruitful, 
Buried in the earth Alondamin; 
'T was the women who in Autumn 
Stripped the yellow husks of harvest. 
Stripped the garments from Mondamin, 30 
Even as Hiawatha taught them. 

Once, wdien all the maize w^as planted, 
Hiawatha, w'ise and thoughtful, 
Spake and said to ]\Hnnehaha, 
To his wife, the Laughing Water: 35 

*'You shall bless to-night the corn-fields. 
Draw a magic circle round them. 
To protect them from destruction, 
Blast of mildew, blight of insect, 
Wagemin, the thief of corn-fields, 40 

Paimosaid, who steals the maize-ear! 

"In the night, when all is silence. 
In the night, when all is darkness, 
When the Spirit of Sleep, Nepahwin, 
Shuts the doors of all the wigwams, 45 

So that not an ear can hear you. 
So that not an eye can see you. 
Rise up from your bed in silence. 
Lay aside your garments wholly, 
Walk around the fields you planted, 50 

Round the borders of the corn-fields. 
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Robed with darkness as a garment. 

"Thus the fields shall be more fruitful, 
And the passing of your footsteps 55 

Draw a magic circle round them, 
So that neither blight nor mildew, 
Neither burrowing worm nor insect, 
Shall pass o'er the magic circle; 
Not the dragon-f^y, Kwo-ne-she, 60 

Nor the spider, Subbekashe, 
Nor the grasshopper, Pah-puk-keena, 
Nor the mighty caterpillar, 
Way-muk-kwana, with the bear-skin. 
King of all the caterpillars!" 65 

On the tree-tops near the corn-fields 
Sat the hungry crows and ravens, 
Kahgahgee, the King of Ravens, 
With his band of black marauders. 
And they laughed at Hiawatha, 70 

Till the tree-tops shook with laughter, 
With their melancholy laughter 
At the words of Hiawatha. 
"Hear him!" said they; ''hear the Wise Man, 
Hear the plots of Hiawatha!" 75 

When the noiseless night descended 
Broad and dark o'er field and forest, 
When the mournful Wawonaissa 
Sorrowing sang among the hemlocks, 
And the Spirit of Sleep, Nepahwin, 80 

Shut the doors of all the wigwams, 
From her bed rose Laughing Water, 
Laid aside her garments wholly. 
And with darkness clothed and guarded, " 
Unashamed and unafifrighted, 85 

Walked securely round the corn-fields, 



Il6 TllK SONG OF illAWATUA. 

Drew the sacred, magic circle 

Of her footprints round the corn-fields. 

No one but the ^lidnight only 
Saw her beauty in the darkness, 90 

No one but the Wawonaissa 
Heard the panting of her bosom; 
Guskewau, the darkness, wrapped her 
Closely in his sacred mantle, 
So that none might see her beauty, 95 

So that none might boast, "I saw her!" 

On the morrow, as the day dawned, 
Kahgahgee, the King of Ravens, 
Gathered all his black r arauders, 
Crows and blackbirds, jays and ravens, 100 
Clamorous on the dusky tree-tops. 
And descended, fast and fearless, 
On the fields of Hiawatha, 
On the grave of the Mondamin. 

"We will drag Mondamin," said they, 105 
''From the grave where he is buried, 
Spite of all the magic circles 
Laughing Water draws around it, 
Spite of all the sacred footprints 
Minnehaha stamps upon it!" no 

But the wary Hiawatha, 
Ever thoughtful, careful, watchful, 
Had o'erheard the scornful laughter 
When they mocked him from the tree-tops. 
"Kaw!" he said, "my friends the ravens! 115 
Kahgahgee, my King of Ravens! 
I will teach you all a lesson 
That shall not be soon forgotten!" 

He had risen before the daybreak, 
He had spread o'er all the corn-fields 120 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. II7 

Snares to catch the black marauders, 

And was lying now in ambush 

In the neighboring grove of pine-trees, 

Waiting for the crows and blackbirds, 

Waiting for the jays and ravens. 125 

Soon they came with caw and clamor. 
Rush of wings and cry of voices. 
To their work of devastation, 
vSettling down upon the corn-fields, 
Delving deep with beak and talon, 130 

For the body of Mondamin. 
And with all their craft and cunning. 
All their skill in wiles of warfare, 
They perceived no danger near them. 
Till their claws became entangled, 135 

Till they found themselves imprisoned 
In the snares of Hiawatha. 

From his place of ambush came he, 
Striding terrible among them, 
And so awful was his aspect 140 

That the bravest quailed with terror. 
Without mercy he destroyed them 
Right and left, by tens and twenties. 
And their wretched, lifeless bodies 
Hung aloft on poles for scarecrows 145 

Round the consecrated corn-fields. 
As a signal of his vengeance. 
As a warning to marauders. 

Only Kahgahgee, the leader, 
Kahgahgee, the King of Ravens, 150 

He alone was spared among them 
As a hostage for his people. 
With his prisoner-string he bound him, 
Led him captive to his wigwam, 



Ii8 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Tied him fast with cords of ehii-bark 155 

To the ridge-pole of his wigwam. 

"Kahgahgee, my raven!" said he, 
"You the leader of the robbers, 
Yon the plotter of this mischief, 
The contriver of this outrage, 160 

I will keep you, I will hold you. 
As a hostage for your people, 
As a pledge of good behavior!" 

And he left him, grim and sulky, 
Sitting in the morning sunshine 165 

On- the summit of the wigwam, 
Croaking fiercely his displeasure. 
Flapping his great sable pinions, 
Vainly struggling for his freedom, 
Vainly calling on his people! 170 

Summer passed, and Shawondasee 
Breathed his sighs o'er all the landscape, 
From the South-land sent his ardors, 
Wafted kisses w^arm and tender; 
And the maize-field grew and ripened, 175 
Till it stood in all the splendor 
Of its garments green and yellow. 
Of its tassels and its plumage, 
And the maize-ears full and shining 
Gleamed from bursting sheaths of verdure. 180 

Then Nokomis, the old woman, 
Spake, and said to Minnehaha: 
" T is the Moon when leaves are falling; 
All the wild-rice has been gathered. 
And the maize is ripe and ready; 185 

Let us gather in the harvest, 
Let us wrestle with Mondamin, 
Strip him of his plumes and tassels, 




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Of his garments green and yellow!" 

And the merry Laughing Water 190 

Went rejoicing from the wigwam, 
With Nokomis, old and wrinkled, 
And they called the women round them. 
Called the young men and the maidens, 
To the harvest of the corn-fields, 195 

To the husking of the maize-ear. 

On the border of the forest, 
Underneath the fragrant pine-trees, 
Sat the old men and the warriors 
Smoking in the pleasant shadow. 200 

In uninterrupted silence 
Looked they at the gamesome labor 
Of the young men and the women; 
Listened to their noisy talking, 
To their laughter and their singing, 205 

Heard them chattering like the magpies. 
Heard them laughing like the blue-jays. 
Heard them singing like the robins. 

And whene'er some lucky maiden 
Found a red ear in the husking, 210 

Found a maize-ear red as blood is, 
"Nushka!" cried they all together, 
"Nushka! you shall have a sweetheart, 
You shall have a handsome husband!" 
"Ugh!" the old men all responded, 215 

From their seats beneath the pine-trees. 

And whene'er a youth or maiden 
Found a crooked ear in husking. 
Found a maize-ear in the husking 
Blighted, mildewed, or misshapen, 220 

Then they laughed and sang together, 
Crept and limped about the corn-fields, 



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Mimicked in their gait and gestures 
Some old man, bent almost double, 
Singing singly or together: 225 

"Wagemin, the thief of corn-fields! 
Paimosaid, the skulking robber!" 

Till the corn-fields rang with laughter, 
Till from Hiawatha's wigwam 
Kahgahgee, the King of Ravens, 230 

Screamed and quivered in his anger, 
And from all the neighboring tree-tops 
Cawed and croaked the black marauders. 
"Ugh!" the old men all responded, 
From their seats beneath the pine-trees! 235 




*^Danced the beggar's dance to plctisc them.'''' 




PICTURE-WRITING. 

N those days said Hia- 
watha, 
"Lo! how all things fade 
and perish 
From the memory of the old men 
Pass away the great traditions, 
The achievements of the warriors, 5 

The adventures of the hunters. 
All the wisdom of the Medas, 
All the craft of the Wabenos, 
All the marvellous dreams and visions 
Of the Jossakeeds, the Prophets! 10 

''Great men die and are forgotten, 
Wise men speak; their words of wisdom 
Perish in the ears that hear them, 
Do not reach the generations 
That, as yet unborn, are waiting 15 

In the great, mysterious darkness 
Of the speechless days that shall be! 

"On the grave-posts of our fathers 
Are no signs, no figures painted; 
Who are in those graves we know not, 20 
Only know they are our fathers. 
Of what kith they are and kindred. 



122 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

From what old, ancestral Totem, 

Be it Eagle, Bear or Beaver, 

They descended, this we know not, 25 

Only know they are our fathers. 

"Face to face we speak together, 
But we cannot speak when absent, 
Cannot send our voices from us 
To the friends that dwell afar off; 30 

Cannot send a secret message, 
But the bearer learns our secret, 
May pervert it, may betray it, 
May reveal it unto others." 

Thus said Hiawatha, walking 35 

In the solitary forest. 
Pondering, musing in the forest, 
On the welfare of his people. 

From his pouch he took his colors, 
Took his paints of different colors, 40 

On the smooth bark of a birch-tree 
Painted many shapes and figures, 
Wonderful and mystic figures, 
And each figure had a meaning, 
Each some word or thought suggested. 45 

Gitche Manito the Mighty, 
He, the Master of Life, was painted 
As an egg, with points projecting 
To the four winds of the heavens. 
Everywhere is the Great Spirit, 50 

Was the meaning of this symbol. 

Mitche Manito the Mighty, 
He the dreadful Spirit of Evil, 
As a serpent was depicted. 
As Kenabeek, the great serpent. 55 

Very crafty, very cunning. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. T23 

Is the creeping Spirit of Evil, 
Was the meaning of this symbol. 

Life and Death he drew as circles, 
Life was white, but Death was darkened; 60 
Sun and moon and stars he painted, 
Man and beast, and fish and reptile. 
Forests, mountains, lakes, and rivers. 

For the earth he drew a straight line. 
For the sky a bow above it; 65 

White the space between for day-time, 
Filled with little stars for night-time; 
On the left a point for sunrise. 
On the right a point for sunset, 
On the top a point for noontide, 70 

And for rain and cloudy weather 
Waving lines descending from it. 

Footprints pointing towards a wigwam 
Were a sign of invitation, 
Were a sign of guests assembling; 75 

Bloody hands with palms uplifted 
Were a symbol of destruction. 
Were a hostile sign and symbol. 

All these things did Fliawatha 
Show unto his wondering people, 80 

And interpreted their meaning, 
And he said: ''Behold, your grave-posts 
Have no mark, no sign, nor symbol. 
Go and paint them all with figures; 
Each one with its household symbol, 85 

With its own ancestral Totem; 
So that those who follow after 
Mav distinsfuish them and know them." 

And they painted on the grave-posts 
On the graves yet unforgotten, 90 



124 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Each his own ancestral Tatem, 

Each the symbol of his household; 

Figures of the Bear and Reindeer, 

Of the Turtle, Crane, and Beaver, 

Each inverted as a token 95 

That the owner was departed, 

That the chief who bore the symbol 

Lay beneath in dust and ashes. 

And the Jossakeeds, the Prophets, 
The Wabenos, the Magicians, 100 

And the Medicine-men, the Medas, 
Painted upon bark and deer-skin 
Figures for the songs they chanted, 
For each song a separate symbol, 
Figures mystical and awful, 105 

Figures strange and brightly colored; 
And each figure had its meaning. 
Each some magic song suggested. 

The Great Spirit, the Creator, 
Flashing light through allthe heaven; no 
The Great Serpent, the Kenabeek, 
With his bloody crest erected, •• 

Creeping, looking into heaven; 
In the sky the sun, that glistens, 
And the moon eclipsed and dying; 115 

Owl and eagle, crane and hen-hawk. 
And the cormorant, bird of magic; 
Headless men, that walk the heavens. 
Bodies lying pierced with arrows, 
Bloody hands of death uplifted, 120 

Flags on graves, and great war-captains 
Grasping both the earth and heaven! 

Such as these the shapes they painted 
On the birch-bark and the deer-skin; 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 125 

Songs of war and songs of hunting, 125 

Songs of medicine and of magic, 
All were written in these figures, 
For each figure had its meaning, 
Each its separate song recorded. 

Nor forgotten was the Love-Song, 130 

The most subtle of all medicines, 
The most potent spell of magic. 
Dangerous more than war or hunting! 
Thus the Love-Song was recorded, 
Symbol and interpretation. 135 

First a human figure standing. 
Painted in the brightest scarlet; 
'T is the lover, the musician, 
And the meaning is, "My painting 
Makes me powerful over others." 140 

Then the figure seated, singing. 
Playing on a drum of magic. 
And the interpretation, "Listen! 
'T is my voice you hear, my singing!" 

Then the same red figure seated 145 

In the shelter of a wigwam. 
And the meaning of the symbol, 
'T will come and sit beside you 
In the mystery of my passion!" 

Then two figures, man and woman, 150 
Standing hand in hand together 
With their hands so clasped together 
That they seem in one united. 
And the words thus represented 
Are, "I see your heart within you, 155 

And your cheeks are red with blushes!" 

Next the maiden on an island, 
In the centre of an island; 



l-.'6 THE SO.NG UF HIAWATHA. 

And the soiif^ this shape suggested 

Was, "Though you were at a distance, 160 

Were upon some far-off island. 

Such the spell I cast upon you, 

Such the magic power of passion, 

I could straightway draw you to me!" 

Then the figure of the maiden 165 

Sleeping, and the lover near her, 
Whispering to her in her slumbers. 
Saying, "Though you were far from me 
In the land of Sleep and Silence, 
Still the voice of love would reach you!" i/j 

And the last of all the figures 
Was a heart within a circle, 
Drawn within a magic circle; 
And the image had this meaning: 
"Naked lies your heart before me, 175 

To your naked heart I whisper!" 

Thus it was that Hiawatha, 
In his wisdom, taught the people 
All the mysteries of painting. 
All the art of Picture-Writing, t8o 

On the smooth bark of the birch-tree, 
On the white skin of the reindeer. 
On the grave-posts of the village. 




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And upstarting wild and haggard." 




XV. 

HIAWATHA'S 

LAMENTATION. 

N those days the Evil 
Spirits, 

All the Manitos of mis- 
chief, 

Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, 
And his love for Chibiabos, 
Jealous of their faithful friendship, 5 

And their noble words and actions. 
Made at length a league against them, 
To molest them and destroy them. 

Hiawatha, wise and wary, 
Often said to Chibiabos, lo 

"O my brother! do not leave me, 
Lest the Evil Spirits' harm you!" 
Chibiabos, young and heedless. 
Laughing shook his coal-black tresses. 
Answered ever sweet and childlike, 15 



1-^8 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

"Do not fear for nic, () brother! 
Harm and evil come not near me!" 

Once when Peboan, the Winter, 
Roofed with ice the Big-Sea- Water, 
When the snow-flakes, whirling- downward, 20 
Hissed among the withered oak-leaves. 
Changed the pine-trees into wigwams, 
Covered all the earth with silence, — 
Armed with arrows, shod with snow-shoes, 
Heeding not his brother's warning, 25 

Fearing not the Evil Spirits, 
Forth to hunt the deer with antlers 
All alone went Chibiabos. 

Right across the Big-Sea- Water 
Sprang w^ith speed the deer before him. 30 
With the wnnd and snow he followed, 
O'er the treacherous ice he followed. 
Wild with all the fierce commotion 
And the rapture of the hunting. 

But beneath, the Evil Spirits 35 

Lay in ambush, waiting for him. 
Broke the treacherous ice beneath him, 
Dragged him downward to the bottom, 
Buried in the sand his body. 
IJnktahee, the god of water, 40 

He the god of the Dacotahs, 
Drowned him in the deep abysses 
Of the lake of Gitche Gumee. 

From the headlands Hiawatha 
Sent forth such a wail of anguish, 45 

Such a fearful lamentation. 
That the bi.<^on paused to listen, 
And the wolves howled from the prairies, 
And the thunder in the distance 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 129 

Starting answered *'Baim-wawa!" 50 

Then his face with black he painted, 
With his robe his head he covered, 
In his wigwam sat lamenting, 
Seven long weeks he sat lamenting. 
Uttering still this moan of sorrow: — 55 

"He is dead, the sweet musician! 
He the sweetest of all singers! 
He has gone from us forever. 
He has moved a little nearer 
To the Master of all music, 60 

To the Master of all singing! 
O my brother, Chibiabos!" 

And the melancholy fir-trees 
Waved their dark green fans above him, 
Waved their purple cones above him, 65 

Sighing with him to console him, 
Mingling with his lamentation 
Their complaining, their lamenting. 

Came the Spring, and all the forest 
Looked in vain for Chibiabos; 70 

Sighed the rivulet, Sebowisha, 
Sighed the rushes in the meadow. 

From the tree-tops sang the bluebird, 
Sang the bluebird, the Owaissa, 
"Chibiabos! Chibiabos! 75 

He is dead, the sweet musician!" 

From the wigwam sang the robin. 
Sang the Opechee, the robin^ 
"Chibiabos! Chibiabos! 
He is dead, the sweetest singer!" 80 

And at night through all the forest 
Went the whippoorwill complaining. 
Wailing went the Wawonaissa, 



13^ THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

"Chibiabos! Chibiabos! 

He is dead, the sweet musician! 85 

He the sweetest of all singers!" 

Then the medicine-men, the Medas, 
The magicians, the Wabenos, 
And the Jossakeeds, the prophets, 
Came to visit Hiawatha; 90 

Built a Sacred Lodge beside him, 
To appease him, to console him, 
Walked in silent, grave procession, 
Bearing each a pouch of healing, 
Skin of beaver, lynx, or otter, 95 

I'illed with magic roots and simples. 
Filled with very potent medicines. 

When he heard their steps approaching, 
Hiaw^atha ceased lamenting. 
Called no more on Chibiabos; 100 

Naught he questioned, naught he answered. 
But his mournful head uncovered. 
From his face the mourning colors 
Washed he slowly and in silence. 
Slowly and in silence followed 105 

Onward to the Sacred Wigwam. 

There a magic drink they gave him, 
Made of Nahma-wusk, the spearmint, 
And Wabeno-wusk, the yarrow. 
Roots of power, and herbs of healing; no 
Beat their drums, and shook their rattles; 
Chanted singly and in chorus. 
Mystic songs, like these, they chanted. 

"I myself, myself! behold me! 
T is the great Gray Eagle talking; 115 

Come, ye white crows, come and hear him! 
The loud-speaking thunder helps me; 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 131 

All the unseen spirits help me; 

I can hear their voices calling, 

All around the sky I hear them ! 120 

I can blow you strong, my brother, 

I can heal you, Hiawatha!" 

"Hi-au-ha!" replied the chorus, 
"Way-ha-way!" the mystic chorus. 

''Friends of mine are all the serpents! 125 
Hear me shake my skin of hen-hawk ! 
Mahng, the white loon, I can kill him ; 
I can shoot your heart and kill it! 
I can blow you strong, my brother, 
I can heal you, Hiawatha!" 130 

"Hi-au-ha!" replied the chorus, 
"Way-ha-way!" the mystic chorus. 

"I myself, myself! the prophet! 
When I speak the wigwam trembles. 
Shakes the Sacred Lodge with terror, 135 
Hands unseen begin to shake it! 
When I walk, the sky *I tread on 
Bends and makes a noise beneath me! 
I can blow you strong, my brother! 
Rise and speak, O Hiawatha!" 140 

''Hi-au-ha!" replied the chorus, 
''Way-ha-way!" the mystic chorus. 

Then they shook their medicine-pouches 
O'er the head of Hiawatha, 
Danced their medicine-dance around him; 145 
And upstarting wild and haggard, 
Like a man from dreams awakened. 
He was healed of all his madness. 
xAs the clouds are swept from heaven. 
Straightway from his brain departed 150 

All his moody melancholy; 



132 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

As the ice is swept from rivers, 
Straightway from his heart departed 
All his sorrow and affliction. 

Then they summoned Chibiabos 155 

From his grave beneath the waters, 
From the sands of Gitche Gumee 
Summoned Hiawatha's brother. 
And so mighty was the magic 
Of that cry and invocation, • 160 

That he heard it as he lay there 
Underneath the Big-Sea-Water; 
From the sand he rose and listened, 
Heard the music and the singing, 
Came, obedient to the summons, 165 

To the doorway of the wigwam. 
But to enter they forbade him. 

Through a chink a coal -they gave him, 
Through the door a burning fire-brand; 
Ruler in the Land of Spirits, 170 

Ruler o'er the dead, they made him. 
Telling him a fire to kindle 
For all those that died thereafter, 
Camp-fires for their night encampments 
(Jn their solitary journey 175 

To the kingdom of Ponemah, 
To the land of the Hereafter. 

From the village of his childhood, 
From the homes of those who knew him. 
Passing silent through the forest, 180 

Like a smoke-wreath wafted sideways, 
Slowly vanished Chibiabos! 
Where he passed, the branches moved not, 
Where he trod, the grasses bent not, 
And the fallen leaves of last year 185 




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Made no sound beneath his footsteps. 

Four whole days he journeyed onward 
Down the pathway of the dead men; 
On the dead man's strawberry feasted, 
Crossed the melancholy river, 190 

On the swinging log he crossed it, — 
Came unto the Lake of Silver, 
In the Stone Canoe was carried 
To the Islands of the Blessed, 
To the land of ghosts and shadows. 195 

On that journey, moving slowly. 
Many weary spirits saw he. 
Panting under heavy burdens. 
Laden with war-clubs, bows and arrows. 
Robes of fur, and pots and kettles, 200 

And with food that friends had given 
P'or that solitary journey. 

''Ay! why do the living," said they, 
"Lay such heavy burdens on us! 
Better were it to go naked, 205 

Better were it to go fasting. 
Than to bear such heavy burdens 
On our long and weary journey!" 

Forth then issued Hiawatha, 
Wandered eastward, wandered westward, 210 
Teaching men the use of simples 
And the antidotes for poisons. 
And the cure of all diseases. 
Thus was first made known to mortals 
All the mystery of Medamin, 215 

All the sacred art of healing. 



"With the sacred belt of Wampum." 




XVI. 

PAU-PUK-KEEWIS. 

OU shall hear how Pau- 

Puk-Keewis, 
He, the handsome Yena- 

dizze, 
Whom the people called the 
Storm Fool, 
Vexed the village with disturbance; 
Yon shall hear of all his mischief, 5 

And his flight from Hiawatha, 
And his wondrous transmigrations, 
And the end of his adventures. 

On the shores of Gitche Gumee, 
On the dunes of Nagow Wudjoo, 
By the shining P)ig-Sea-Water 
Stood the lodge of Pau-Puk-Keewis. 
It was he who in his frenzy 
Whirled these drifting sands together, 
On the dunes of Nagow Wudjoo, 
When, among the guests assembled, 
He so merrily and madly 
Danced at Hiawatha's wedding. 
Danced the Beggar's Dance to please them. 
Now, in searcli of new adventures, 20 

From his lodge went Pau-Puk-Kecwis, 

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Came with speed into the village, 

Found the young men all assembled 

In the lodge of old lagoo, 

Listening to his monstrous stories, 25 

To his wonderful adventures. 

He was telling them the story 
Of Ojeeg, the Summer-Maker, 
How he made a hole in heaven, 
How he climbed up into heaven, 30 

And let out the summer-weather, 
The perpetual, pleasant Summer; 
How the Otter first essaved it: 
How the Beaver, Lynx, and Badger 
Tried in turn the great achievement, 35 
From the summit of the mountain 
Smote their fists against the heavens, 
Smote against the sky their foreheads, 
Cracked the sky, but could not break it; 
Flow the Wolverine, uprising, 40 

Made him ready for the encounter, 
Bent his knees down, like a squirrel, 
Drew his arms back, like a cricket. 

''Once he leaped," said old lagoo, 
*'Once he leaped, and lo! above him 45 

Bent the sky, as ice in rivers 
When the waters rise beneath it; 
Twice he leaped, and lo! above him 
Cracked the sky, as ice in rivers 
When the freshet is at highest! 50 

Thrice he leaped, and lo! above him 
Broke the shattered sky asunder. 
And he disappeared within it, 
And Ojeeg, the Fisher Weasel, 
With a bound went in behind him!" 55 



136 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

"Hark you!" shouted Pau-Puk-Kcewis 
As he entered at the doorway; 
*'I am tired of all this talking, 
Tired of old lagoo's stories, 
Tired of Hiawatha's wisdom. 60 

Here is something to amuse you, 
Better than this endless talking.'' 

Then from out his pouch of wolf-skin 
Forth he drew, with solemn manner, 
All the game of Bowl and Counters, 65 

Pugasaing, with thirteen pieces. 
White on one side were they painted, 
And vermilion on the other; 
Two Kenabeeks or great serpents. 
Two Ininewug or wedge-men, 70 

One great war-club, Pugamaugun, 
And one slender fish, the Keego, 
Four round pieces, Ozawabeeks, 
And three Sheshebwug or ducklings. 
All were made of bone and painted, 75 

All except the Ozawabeeks; 
These were brass, on one side burnished, 
And were black upon the other. 

In a wooden bowl he placed them. 
Shook and jostled them together, 80 

Threw them on the ground before him, 
Thus exclaiming and explaining: 
"Red side up are all the pieces, 
And one great Kenabcek standing 
On the bright side of a brass piece, 85 

On a burnished Ozawabeek; 
Thirteen tens and eight are counted." 

Then again he shook the pieces. 
Shook and jostled them together, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 137 

Threw them on the ground before him, 90 

Still exclaiming and explaining: 

''White are both the great Kenabeeks, 

White the Ininewug, the wedge-men, 

Red are all the other pieces; 

Five tens and an eight are counted." 95 

Thus he taught the game of hazard, 
Thus displayed it and explained it. 
Running through its various chances, 
Various changes, various meanings: 
Twenty curious eyes stared at him, 100 

Full of eagerness stared at him„ 

''Many games," said old lagoo, 
"Many games of skill and hazard 
Have I seen in different nations. 
Have I played in different countries. 105 

He who plays with old lagoo 
JMust have very nimble fingers; 
Though you think yourself so skilful 
I can beat you, Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
I can even give you lessons no 

In your game of Bowl and Counters!" 

So they sat and played together 
All the old men and the young men. 
Played for dresses, weapons, wampum, 
Played till midnight, played till morning, 115 
Played until the Yenadizze^ 
Till the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
Of their treasures had despoiled them. 
Of the best of all their dresses, 
Shirts of deer-skin, robes of ermine, 120 

Belts of wampum, crests of feathers. 
Warlike weapons, pipes and pouches. 
Twenty eyes glared wildly at him, 



138 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Like the eyes of wolves glared at him. 

Said the lucky Pau-Puk-Keewis: 125 

"In my wigwam I am lonely, 
In my wanderings and adventures 
I have need of a companion^ 
Fain would have a iMeshinauwa, 
An attendant and pipe-bearer. 130 

I will venture all these winnings, 
All these garments heaped about me, 
All this w^ampum, all these feathers, 
On a single throw will venture 
All against the young man yonder!" 135 

'T was a youth of sixteen summers, 
'T was a nephew of lagoo; 
Face-in-a-Mist, the people called him. 

As the lire burns in a pipe-head 
Dusky red beneath the ashes, 140 

So beneath his shaggy eyebrows 
Glowed the eyes of old lagoo. 
"Ugh!" he answered very fiercely; 
*'Ugh!" they answered all and each one. 

Seized the wooden bowl the old man, 145 
Closely in his bony fingers 
Clutched the fatal bowl, Onagon, 
Shook it fiercely and with fury, 
Made the pieces ring together 
As he threw them down before him. 150 

Red were both the great Kenabeeks, 
Red the Ininewug, the wedge-men. 
Red the Sheshebwug, the ducklings. 
Black the four brass Ozawabeeks, 
White alone the fish, the Keego; 155 

Only five the pieces counted! 

Then the smiling Pau-Puk-Keewis 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 139 

Shook the bowl and threw the pieces; 

Lightly in the air he tossed them, 

And they fell about him scattered; 160 

Dark and bright the Ozawabeeks, 

Red and white the other pieces, 

And upright among the others 

One Ininewug was standing, 

Even as crafty Pau-Puk-Keewis 165 

Stood alone among the players, 

Saying, ''Five tens! mine the game is!" 

Twenty eyes glared at him fiercely, 
Like the eyes of wolves glared at him. 
As he turned and left the wigwam, 170 

Followed by his Meshinauwa, 
By the nephew of lagoo, 
By the tall and graceful stripling, 
Bearing in his arms the winnings. 
Shirts of deer-skin, robes of ermine, 175 

Belts of wampum, pipes and weapons. 

''Carry them," said Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
Pointing with his fan of feathers, 
"To my wigwam far to eastward. 
On the dunes of Nagow Wudjoo!" 180 

Hot and red with smoke and gambling 
Were the eyes of Pau-Puk-Keewis 
As he came forth to the freshness 
Of the pleasant Summer morning. 
All the birds were singing gayly, 185 

All the streamlets flowing swiftly, 
And the heart of Pau-Puk-Keewis 
Sang with pleasure as the birds sing. 
Beat with triumph like the streamlets, 
As he wandered through the village, 190 

In the early gray of morning. 



14^) TI11<: SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Willi his fan of turkcy-fcathcrs, 
\\'itli his plumes and tufts of swan's (K)\vn, 
Till he reached the farthest wigwam, 
Reached the lodge of Tliawatha. 195 

Silent was it and deserted ; 
No one met him at the doorway, 
No one came to bid him welcome; 
But the birds w^ere singing round it, 
In and out and round the doorwaw 200 

Hopping, singing, fluttering, feeding, 
And aloft upon the ridge-pole 
Kahgahgee, the King of Ravens, 
Sat with fiery eyes, and, screaming, 
PTapped his wings at Pau-Puk-Keewis. 205 

*'A11 are gone! the lodge is empty!" 
Thus it was spake Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
In his heart resolving mischief; — 
"Gone is wary Hiaw^atha, 
Gone the silly Laughing Water, 210 

Gone Nokomis, the old woman, 
And the lodge is left unguarded!" 

By the neck he seized the raven, 
Whirled it round him like a rattle, 
Like a medicine-pouch he shook it, 215 

Strangled Kahgahgee, the raven, 
From the ridge-pole of the wigwam 
Left its lifeless body hanging. 
As an insult to its master, 
As a taunt to Hiawatha. 220 

With a stealthy step he entered, 
Round the lodge in wild disorder 
Thrcw^ the household things about him. 
Piled together in confusion 
Bowls of wood and earthen kettles, 225 

Robes of buffalo and beaver, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 141 

Skins of otter, lynx, and ermine, 
As an insult to Nokomis, 
As a taunt to Minnehaha. 

Then departed Pau-Puk-Keewis, 230 

WhistHng, singing through the forest, 
WhistHng gayly to the squirrels, 
Who from hollow boughs above him 
Dropped their acorn-shells upon him, 
Singing gayly to the wood-birds, 235 

Who from out the leafy darkness 
Answered with a song as merry. 

Then he climbed the rocky headlands 
Looking o'er the Gitche Gumee, 
Perched himself upon their summit, 240 

Waiting full of mirth and mischief 
The return of Hiawatha. 

Stretched upon his back he lay there; 
Far below him plashed the waters, 
Plashed and washed the dreamy waters ; 245 
Far above him swam the heavens, 
Swam the dizzy, dreamy heavens; 
Round him hovered, fluttered, rustled, 
Hiawatha's mountain chickens, 
Flock-wise swept and wheeled about him, 250 
Almost brushed him with their pinions. 

And he killed them as he lay there. 
Slaughtered them by tens and twenties, 
Threw their bodies down the headland. 
Threw them on the beach below him, 255 
Till at length Kayoshk, the sea-gull, 
Perched upon a crag above them, 
Shouted: 'Tt is Pau-Puk-Keewis! 
He is slaying us by hundreds! 
Send a message to our brother, 260 

Tidings send to Hiawatha!" 




X\ II. 

THE HUNTING OF 

PAU-PUK-KEEWIS. 



ULL of wrath was 

Hiawatha 
When he came into 
the village, 
Found the people in confusion, 
Heard of all the misdemeanors, 
All the malice and the mischief, 5 

Of the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis. 

Hard his breath came through his nostrils, 
Through his teeth he buzzed and muttered 
Words of anger and resentment. 
Hot and humming like a hornet. 10 

"I will slay this Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
Slay this mischief-maker!" said he. 
*'Not so long and wide the world is, 
Not so rude and rough the way is, 
That my wrath shall not attain him, 15 

That my vengeance shall not reach him!" 

Then in swift pursuit departed 
Hiawatha and the hunters 
On the trail of Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
Through the forest, where he passed it, 20 
To the headlands where he rested; 

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THE WAR WHOOP. 



" I beheld our nation scattered, 
All forgetful of my counsels. 
Weakened, warring with each other. 



Ch. 21, L. 224. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 143 

But they found not Pau-Puk-Keewis, 

Only in the trampled grasses, 

In the whortleberry-bushes, 

Found the couch where he had rested, 25 

Found the impress of his body. 

From the lowlands far beneath them, 
From the Muskoday, the meadow, 
Pau-Puk-Keewis, turning backward, 
Made a gesture of defiance, 30 

Made a gesture of derision; 
And aloud cried Hiawatha, 
From the summit of the mountains: 
"Not so long and wide the world is. 
Not so rude and rough the way is, 35 

But my wrath shall overtake you. 
And my vengeance shall attain you!" 

Over rock and over river. 
Through the bush, and brake, and forest, 
Ran the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis; 40 

Like an antelope he bounded, 
Till he came unto a streamlet 
In the middle of the forest. 
To a streamlet still and tranquil, 
That had overflowed its margin, 45 

To a dam made by the beavers, 
To a pond of quiet water. 
Where knee-deep the trees were standing, 
Where the water-lilies floated. 
Where the rushes waved and whispered. 50 

On the dam stood Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
On the dam of trunks and branches. 
Through whose chinks the water spouted, 
O'er whose summit flowed the streamlet. 
From the bottom rose the beaver, 55 



144 THi: SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Looked with two great eyes of wonder, 
Eyes that seemed to ask a question, 
At the stranger, Pau-Puk-Keewis. 

On the dam stood Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
O'er his ankles flowed the streamlet. 60 

Flowed the bright and silvery water, 
And he spake unto the beaver, 
With a smile he spake in this wise: 

''O my friend Ahmeek, the beaver. 
Cool and pleasant is the water; 65 

Let me dive into the water, 
Let me rest there in your lodges; 
Change me, too, into a beaver!" 

Cautiously replied the beaver, 
With reserve he thus made answer: 70 

"Let me first consult the others, 
Let me ask the other beavers." 
Down he sank into the water, 
Heavily sank he, as a stone sinks, 
Down among the leaves and branches, 75 

Brown and matted at the bottom. 

On the dam stood Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
O'er his ankles flowed the streamlet, 
Spouted through the chinks below him. 
Dashed upon the stones beneath him, 80 

Spread serene and calm before him, 
And the sunshine and the shadows 
Fell in flecks and gleams upon him, 
Fell in little shining patches. 
Through the waving, rustling branches. 85 

I*>om the bottom rose the beavers, 
Silently above the surface 
Rose one head and then another. 
Till the pond seemed full of beavers. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 145 

Full of black and shining faces. 90 

To the beavers Pau-Puk-Keewls 
Spake entreating, said in this wise: 
''Very pleasant is your dwelling, 
O my friends! and safe from danger; 
Can you not with all your cunning, 95 

All your wisdom and contrivance, 
Change me, too, into a beaver?" 

''Yes!" replied Ahmeek, the beaver, 
He the King of all the beavers, 
"Let yourself slide down among us, 100 

Down into the tranquil water." 

Down into the pond among them 
Silently sank Pau-Puk-Keewis ; 
Black became his shirt of deer-skin, 
Black his moccasins and leggins, 105 

In a broad black tail behind him 
Spread his fox-tails and his fringes; 
He was changed into a beaver. 

"Make me large," said Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
"Make me large and make me larger, no 

Larger than the other beavers." 
"Yes," the beaver chief responded, 
"When our lodge below you enter, 
In our wigwam we will make you 
Ten times larger than the others." 115 

Thus into the clear brown water 
Silently sank Pau-Puk-Keewis; 
Found the bottom covered over 
With the trunks of trees and branches. 
Hoards of food against the winter, 120 

Piles and heaps against the famine, 
Found the lodge with arching doorway. 
Leading into spacious chambers. 



146 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Here thev made him lari^e an:l larcrcr. 
Made him largest of the beavers, 125 

Ten times larger than the others. 
"You shall be our ruler," said they; 
"Chief and king of all the beavers." 

But not long had Pau-Puk-Kcewis 
Sat in state among the beavers, 130 

When there came a voice of warning 
From the watchman at his station 
In the water-ilags and lilies. 
Saying, "Here is Hiawatha! 
Hiawatha with his hunters!" 135 

Then they heard a cry above them, 
Heard a shouting and a tramping, 
Heard a crashing and a rushing. 
And the water round and o'er them 
Sank and sucked away in eddies, 140 

And they knew their dam was broken. 

On the lodge's roof the hunters 
Leaped, and broke it all asunder; 
Streamed the sunshine through the crevice, 
Sprang the beavers through the doorway, 145 
Hid themselves in deeper water, 
In the channel of the streamlet; 
But the mighty Pau-Puk-Keewis 
Could not pass beneath the doorway; 
He was puffed with pride and feeding, 150 
He was swollen like a Ijladder. 

Through the roof looked Hiawatha, 
Cried aloud, "O Pau-Puk-Keewis! 
Vain are all your craft and cunning, 
Vain your manifold disguises! 155 

Well I know you, Pau-Puk-Kcewis!" 
With their clubs they beat and bruised hi.n. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 147 

Beat to death poor Pau-Puk-Keewis, 

Pounded him as maize is pounded, 

Till his skull was crushed to pieces. i6o 

Six tall hunters, lithe and limber, 
Bore him home on poles and branches, 
Bore the body of the beaver; 
But the ghost, the Jeebi in him. 
Thought and felt as Pau-Puk-Keewis, 165 
Still lived on as Pau-Puk-Keewis. 

And it fluttered, strove, and struggled. 
Waving hither, waving thither, 
As the curtains of a wigwam 
Struggle with their thongs of deer-skin, 170 
When the wintry wind is blowing; 
Till it drew itself together, 
Till it rose up from the body, 
Till it took the form and features 
Of the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis 175 

Vanishing into the forest. 

But the wary Hiawatha 
Saw the figure ere it vanished. 
Saw the form of Pau-Puk-Keewis 
Glide into the soft blue shadow 180 

Of the pine-trees of the forest; 
Toward the squares of white beyond it, 
Toward an opening in the forest. 
Like a wind it rushed and panted. 
Bending all the boughs before it, 185 

And behind it, as the rain comes. 
Came the steps of Hiawatha. 

To a lake with many islands 
Came the breathless Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
Where among the water-lilies 190 

Pishnekuh, the brant, were sailing; 



I4^S THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Through the tufts of rushes floating, 
Steering through the reedy islands. 
Now their broad black beaks they lifted, 
Xow they plunged beneath the water, 195 

Now they darkened in the shadow, 
Now they brightened in the sunshine. 

"Pishnekuh!" cried Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
'Tishnekuh! my brothers!" said he, 
"Change me to a brant with plumage, 200 
With a shining neck and feathers, 
Make me large, and make me larger, 
Ten times larger than the others." 

Straightway to a brant they changed him, 
\Mth two huge and dusky pinions, 205 

W^ith a bosom smooth and rounded, 
With a bill like two great paddles, 
]\Iade him larger than the others, 
Ten times larger than the largest, 
Just as, shouting from the forest, 210 

On the shore stood Hiawatha. 

Up they rose with cry and clamor, 
With a whirr and beat of pinions, 
Rose up from the reedy islands, 
From the water-flags and lilies. 215 

And they said to Pau-lHik-Keewis: 
"In your flying, look not downward. 
Take good heed, and look not downward. 
Lest some strange mischance should happen, 
Lest some great mishap befall you!" 220 

Fast and far they fled to northward, 
Fast and far through mist and sunshine, 
I'^cd amoncf the moors and fcn-lands, 
Slept among the reeds and rushes. 

On tlu" morrow as thcv iournevcd. 225 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 149 

Buoyed and lifted by the South-wind, 

Wafted onward by the South-wind, 

Blowing fresh and strong behind them, 

Rose a sound of human voices, 

Rose a clamor from beneath them, 230 

From the lodges of a village. 

From the people miles beneath them. 

For the people of the village 
Saw^ the flock of brant with wonder. 
Saw the wings of Pau-Puk-Keewis 235 

Flapping far up in the ether. 
Broader than two doorway curtains. 

Pau-Puk-Keewis heard the shouting, 
Knew the voice of Hiawatha, 
Knew the outcry of lagoo, 240 

And, forgetful of the warning, 

Drew his neck in, and looked downward. 

And the wind that blew behind him 

Caught his mighty fan of feathers, 

Sent him wheeling, whirling downward! 245 
All in vain did Pau-Puk-Keewis 

Struggle to regain his balance! 

Whirling round and round and downward. 

He beheld in turn the village 

And in turn the flock above him, 250 

Saw the village coming nearer, 

And the flock receding farther, 

Heard the voices growing louder. 

Heard the shouting and the laughter; 

Saw no more the flock above him, 255 

Only saw the earth beneath him; 

Dead out of the empty heaven, 

Dead among the shouting people. 

With a heavy sound and sullen, 



150 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Fell the brant with broken pinions. 260 

But his soul, his ghost, his shadow. 
Still survived as Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
Took again the form and features 
Of the handsome Yenadizze, 
And again went rushing onward, 265 

Followed fast by Hiawatha, 
Crying: ''Not so wide the world is, 
Not so long and rough the way is, 
But my wrath shall overtake you, 
But my vengeance shall attain you!" 270 

And so near he came, so near him, 
That his hand was stretched to seize him, 
His right hand to seize and hold him. 
When the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis 
Whirled and spun about in circles, 275 

Fanned the air into a whirlwind, 
Danced the dust and leaves about him, 
And amid the whirling eddies 
Sprang into a hollow oak-tree, 
Changed himself into a serpent, 280 

Gliding out through root and rubbish. 

With his right hand Hiawatha 
Smote amain the hollow oak-tree. 
Rent it into shreds and splinters, 
Left it lying there in fragments. 285 

But in vain; for Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
Once again in human figure. 
Full in sight ran on before him. 
wSped away in gust and whirlwind. 
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, 290 

Westward by the Big-Sca-Water, 
Came unto the rocky headlands, 
To the Pictured Rocks of sandstone. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 151 

Looking over lake and landscape. 

And the Old Man of the Mountain, 295 

He the Manito of Mountains, 
Opened wide his rocky doorways, 
Opened wide his deep abysses. 
Giving Pau-Puk-Keewis shelter 
In his caverns dark and dreary, 300 

Bidding Pau-Puk-Keewis welcome 
To his gloomy lodge of sandstone. 

There without stood Hiawatha, 
Found the doorways closed against him, 
With his mittens, Minjekahwun, 305 

Smote great caverns in the sandstone. 
Cried aloud in tones of thunder, 
''Open! I am Hiawatha!" 
But the Old Man of the Mountain 
Opened not, and made no answer 310 

From the silent crags of sandstone. 
From the gloomy rock abysses. 

Then he raised his hands to heaven, 
Called imploring on the tempest, 
Called Waywassimo, the lightning, 315 

And the thunder, Annemeekee; 
And they came with night and darkness, 
Sweeping down the Big-Sea- Water 
From the distant Thunder Mountains; 
And the trembling Pau-Puk-Keewis 320 
Heard the footsteps of the thunder. 
Saw the red eyes of the lightning. 
Was afraid, and crouched and trembled. 

Then Waywassimo, the lightning, 
Smote the doorways of the caverns, 325 

With his war-club smote the doorways, 



152 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Smote the jutting crag's of sandstone, 

And the tliunder, Anncmeckec, 

Shouted down into the caverns, 

Saying, "Where is Pau-Puk-Keewis!" 330 

And the crags fell, and beneath them 

Dead among the rocky ruins 

Lay the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis, 

Lay the .handsome Yenadizzc, 

Slain in his own human figure. 335 

Ended were his wild adventures, 
Ended were his tricks and gambols. 
Ended all his craft and cunning, 
Ended all his mischief-making, 
All his gambling and his dancing, 340 

All his wooing of the maidens. 

Then the noble Hiawatha 
Took his soul, his ghost, his shadow, 
Spake and said: "O Pau-Puk-Keewis, 
Never more in human figure 345 

Shall vou search for new adventures; 
Never more with jest and laughter 
Dance the dust and leaves in whirlwinds; 
But above there in the heavens 
You shall soar and sail in circles; 350 

I will change you to an eagle. 
To Keneu, the great war-eagle, 
Chief of all the fowls with feathers. 
Chief of Hiawatha's chickens.'* 

And the name of Pau-Puk-Keewis 355 
Lingers still among the people. 
Lingers still among the singers, 
And among the story-tellers; 
And in W^inter, when the snow-flakes 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 



153 



Whirl in eddies round the lodges, 360 

When the wind in gusty tumult 

O'er the smoke-flue pipes and whistles, 

'There," they cry, ''comes Pau-Puk-Keewis; 

He is dancing through the village, 

He is gathering in his harvest!" 365 




Basket Used by the Pawnee Indians for Carrying 
Corn or Berries. 




THE DEATH OF 

KWASIND. 



AR and wide among 

the nations 
Spread the name and 
fame of Kwa- 
sind ; 

No man dared to strive with Kwasind, 
No man could compete witli Kwasind. 
But the mischievous Puk-Wudjies, 5 

They the envious Little People, 
They the fairies and the pygmies, 
Plotted and conspired against him. 

"Ji this hateful Kwasind," said they, 
"H this great, outrageous fellow 10 

Goes on thus a little longer, 
Tearing everything he touches, 
Rending everything to pieces. 
Filling all the world with wonder, 
What becomes of the Puk-Wudjies? 15 

Who will care for the Puk-Wudjies? 
Ife will tread us down like mushrooms, 
Drive us all into the water, 

154 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 155 

Give our bodies to be eaten 

By the wicked Nee-ba-naw-baigs, 20 

By the Spirits of the water!" 

So the angry Little People 
All conspired against the Strong Man, 
All conspired to murder Kwasind, 
Yes, to rid the world of Kwasind, 25 

The audacious, overbearing, 
Heartless, haughty, dangerous Kwasind! 

Now this wondrous strength of Kwasind 
In his crown alone was seated; 
In his crown too was his weakness; 30 

There alone could he be wounded. 
Nowhere else could weapon pierce him, 
Nowhere else could weapon harm him. 

Even there the only weapon 
That could wound him, that could slay him, 35 
Was the seed-cone of the pine-tree. 
Was the blue cone of the fir-tree. 
This was Kwasind's fatal secret. 
Known to no man among mortals; 
But the cunning Little. People, 40 

The Puk-Wudjies, knew the secret. 
Knew the only way to kill him. 

So they gathered cones together. 
Gathered seed-cones of the pine-tree. 
Gathered blue cones of the fir-tree, 45 

In the woods by Taquamenaw, 
Brought them to the river's margin. 
Heaped them in great piles together. 
Where the red rocks from the margin 
Jutting overhang the river. 50 

There they lay in wait for Kwasind, 
The malicious Little People. 



15<^ THE SUNG OF HIAWATHA. 

T was an afternoon in Summer; 
Very hot and still the air was, 
Very smooth the gliding river, 55 

Motionless the sleeping shadows: 
Insects glistened in the sunshine, 
Insects skated on the water, 
I'Tlled the drowsy air with buzzing, 
With a far-resounding war-cry, 60 

Down the river came the Strong Alan, 
In his birch canoe came Kwasind, 
Floating slowly down the current 
Of the sluggish Taquamenaw, 
Very languid with the weather, 65 

Very sleepy with the silence. 

From the overhanging branches. 
From the tassels of the birch-trees. 
Soft the Spirit of ^leep descended; 
By his airy hosts surrounded, 70 

His invisible attendants, 
Came the Spirit of Sleep, Nepahwin ; 
Like the burnished Dush-kwo-ne-she, 
Like a dragon fly, he hovered 
O'er the drowsy head of Kwasind. 75 

To his ear there came a murmur 
As of waves upon a sea-shore. 
As of far-off tund^ling waters, 
As of winds among the pine-trees; 
And he felt upon his forehead 80 

Blows of little airy war-clubs, 
Wielded by the slumbrous legions 
Of the Spirit of Sleep. Nepahwin, 
As of some one breathing on liini. 

At tlie first blow of their war-clubs, 85 

Fell a drowsiness on Kwasind; 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. I57 

At the second blow they smote him, 

Motionless his paddle rested; 

At the third, before his vision 

Reeled the landscape into darkness, 90 

Very sound asleep was Kwasind. 

So he floated down the river, 
Like a blind man seated upright, 
Floated down the Taquamenaw, 
Underneath the trembling birch-trees, 95 

Underneath the wooded headlands. 
Underneath the war encampment 
Of the pygmies, the Puk-Wudjies. 

There they stood, all armed and waiting, 
Hurled the pine-cones down upon him, 100 
Struck him on his brawny shoulders, 
On his crown defenseless struck him. 
''Death to Kwasind!" was the sudden 
War-cry of the Little People. 

And he sideways swayed and tumbled, 105 
Sideways fell into the river. 
Plunged beneath the sluggish water 
Headlong, as an otter plunges; 
And the birch canoe, abandoned. 
Drifted empty down the river, no 

Bottom upward swerved and drifted: 
Nothing more was seen of Kwasind. 

But the memory of the Strong Man 
Lingered long among the people, 
And whenever through the forest 115 

Raged and roared the wintry tempest, 
And the branches, tossed and troubled, 
Creaked and groaned and split asunder, 
''Kwasind!" cried they; "that is Kwasind! 
He is gathering in his fire-wood!" 120 



strings of Black and White Wampum SJiells. 




XIX. 

THE GHOSTS. 

EVER stoops the soar- 
ing vulture 
On his' quarry in the 

desert, 
On the sick or wounded 

bison, 
But another vuhure, 
watching 

From his high aerial look-out, 5 

Sees the downward plunge, and follows; 
And a third pursues the second, 
Coming from the invisible ether, 
First a speck, and then a vulture, 
Till the air is dark with pinions. 10 

So disasters come not singly; 
But as if they watched and waited. 
Scanning one another's motions, 
When the first descends, the others 
Follow, follow, gathering flock-wise 15 

Round their victim, sick and wounded, 
First a shadow, then a sorrow, 
Till the air is dark with anguish. 

158 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. I59 

Now, o'er all the dreary Northland, 
Mighty Peboan, the Winter, 20 

Breathing on the lakes and rivers, 
Into stone had changed their waters. 
From his hair he shook the snow-flakes, 
Till the plains were strewn with whiteness, 
One uninterrupted level, 25 

As if, stooping, the Creator 
With his hand had smoothed them over. 

Through the forest, wide and wailing, 
Roamed the hunter on his snow-shoes; 
In the village worked the women, 30 

Pounded maize, or dressed the deer-skin; 
And the young men played together 
On the ice the noisy ball-play. 
On the plain the dance of snow-shoes. 

One dark evening, after sundown, 35 

In her wigwam Laughing Water 
Sat with old Nokomis, waiting 
For the steps of Hiawatha 
Homeward from the hunt returning. 

On their faces gleamed the fire-light, 40 
Painting them with streaks of crimson, 
In the eyes of old Nokomis 
Glimmered hke the watery moonlight, 
In the eyes of Laughing Water 
Glistened like the sun in water; 45 

And behind them crouched their shadows 
In the corners of the wigwam, 
And the smoke in wreaths above them 
Climbed and crowded through the smoke-flue. 

Then the curtain of the doorway 50 

From without was slowly lifted; 
Brighter glowed the fire a moment, 



i6o THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

And a inonicnt swerved the smokc-wreatli, 

As two women entered softly, 

Passed the doorway iminvited, 55 

Without word of salutation, 

Without sign of recognition, 

Sat down in the farthest corner, 

Crouching low among the shadows. 

From their aspect and their garments, 60 
Strangers seemed they in the village; 
Very pale and haggard were they. 
As they sat there sad and silent, 
Trembling, cowering wMth the shadows. 

Was it the wind above the smoke-flue, 65 
Muttering down into the wigwam? 
Was it the owd, the Koko-koho, 
Hooting from the dismal forest? 
Sure a voice said in the silence: 
"These are corpses clad in garments, Jo 

These are ghosts that come to haunt you, 
From the kingdom of Ponemah, 
From the land of the Hereafter!" 

Homeward now came Hiawatha 
From his hunting in the forest, 75 

With the snow upon his tresses, 
And the red deer on his shoulders. 
At the feet of Laughing Water 
Down he threw his lifeless burden; 
Nobler, handsomer she thought him, 80 

Than when first he came to woo her. 
First threw down the deer before her, 
As a token of his wishes, 
As a promise of the future. 

Then he turned and saw the strangers, 85 
Cowering, crouching with the shadows; 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. i6l 

Said within himself, "Who are they? 
What strange guests has Minnehaha?" 
But he questioned not the strangers, 
Only spake to bid them welcome 90 

To his lodge, his food, his fireside. 

When the evening meal was ready, 
And the deer had been divided. 
Both the pallid guests, the strangers, 
Springing from among the shadows, 95 

Seized upon the choicest portions, 
Seized the white fat of the roebuck, 
Set apart for Laughing Water, 
For the wife of Hiawatha; 
Without asking, without thanking, 100 

Eagerly devoured the morsels. 
Flitted back among the shadows 
In the corner of the wigwam. 

Not a word spake Hiawatha, 
Not a motion made Nokomis, 105 

Not a gesture Laughing Water; 
Not a change came o'er their features; 
Only Minnehaha softly 
Whispered, saying, "They are famished; 
Let them do what best delights them; no 
Let them eat, for they are famished." 

Many a daylight dawned and darkened. 
Many a night shook ofif the daylight 
As the pine shakes off the snow-flakes 
P>om the midnight of its branches; 115 

Day by day the guests unmoving 
Sat there silent in the wigwam; 
But by night, in storm or starlight, 
Forth they went into the forest. 
Bringing fire-wood to the wigwam, 120 



l62 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Bringing pinc-concs for the burning, 
Always sad and always silent. 

And whenever Hiawatha 
Came from fishing or from hunting, 
When the evening meal was ready, 125 

And the food had been divided, 
Gliding from their darksome corner. 
Came the pallid guests, the strangers, 
Seized upon the choicest portions 
Set aside for Laughing Water, 130 

And without rebuke or question 
Flitted back among the shadows. 

Never once had Hiawatha 
By a word or look reproved them; 
Never once had old Nokomis 135 

Made a gesture of impatience; 
Never once had Laughing- Water 
Shown resentment at the outrage. 
All had they endured in silence, 
That the rights of guest and stranger, 140 
That the virtue of free-giving, 
By a look might not be lessened, 
By a word might not be broken. 

Once at midnight Hiawatha, 
Ever wakeful, ever w^atchful, 145 

In the wigwam, dimly lighted 
By the brands that still were burning. 
By the glimmering, flickering fire-light. 
Heard a sighing, oft repeated, 
Heard a sobbing as of sorrow. 150 

From his couch rose Hiawatha, 
From his shaggy hides of bison, 
Pushed aside the deer-skin curtain, 
Saw the pallid guests, the shadows. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 



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Sitting upright on their couches, 155 

Weeping in the silent midnight. 

And he said: "O guests! why is it 
That your hearts are so afflicted, 
That you sob so in the midnight? 
Has perchance the old Nokomis, 160 

Has my wife, my Minnehaha, 
Wronged or grieved you by unkindness. 
Failed in hospitable duties?" 




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Then the shadows ceased from weeping, 
Ceased from sobbing and lamenting, 165 
And they said, with gentle voices: 
*'We are ghosts of the departed, 
Souls of those who once were with you. 
From the realms of Chibiabos 
Hither have we come to try you, 170 



l64 THE SONG OF IITAWATHA. 

Hither have we come to warn you. 

"Cries of grief and lamentation 
Reach us in the Blessed Islands: 
Cries of anguish from the living. 
Calling back their friends departed, 175 

Sadden us with useless sorrow. 
Therefore have we come to try you; 
No one knows us, no one heeds us. 
We are but a burden to you, 
And we see that the departed 180 

Have no place among the living. 

''Think of this, O Hiawatha! 
Speak of it to all the people, 
That henceforward and forever 
They no more with lamentations 185 

Sadden the souls of the departed 
In the Islands of the Blessed. 

"Do not lay such heavy burdens 
In the graves of those you bury, 
Not such weight of furs and wampum, 190 
Not such weight of pots and kettles, 
For the spirits faint beneath them. 
Only give them food to carry, 
Only give them fire to light them. 

''Four days is the spirit's journey 195 

To the land of ghosts and shadows. 
Four its lonely night encampments; 
Four times must their fires be lighted. 
Therefore, when the dead are buried, 
Let a fire, as night approaches, 200 

Four times on the grave be kindled, 
That the soul upon its journey 
May not lack the cheerful fire-light, 
May not grope about in darkness. 




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THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 165 

''Farewell, noble Hiawatha! 205 

We have put you to the trial, 
To the proof have put your patience, 
By the insult of our presence. 
By the outrage of our actions. 
We have found you great and noble. 210 

Fail not in the greater trial, 
Faint not in the harder struggle." 

When they ceased, a sudden darkness 
Fell and filled the silent wigwam. 
Hiawatha heard a rustle 215 

As of garments trailing by him, 
Heard the curtain of the doorway 
Lifted by a hand he saw not, 
Felt the cold breath of the night air. 
For a moment saw the starlight; 220 

But he saw the ghosts no longer. 
Saw no more the wandering spirits 
From the kingdom of Ponemah, 
From the land of the Hereafter. 





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THE FAMINE. 

THE long and dreary 
>,A Winter! 

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Winter! 
Ever' tliicker, thicker, 
thicker 
Froze the ice on lake and river, 
Ever deeper, deeper, deeper, 5 

Fell the snow o'er all the landscape, 
Fell the covering snow, and drifted 
Through the forest, round the village. 

Hardly from his buried wigwam 
Could the hunter force a passage; 10 

With his mittens and his snow-shoes 
Vainly walked he through the forest, 
Sought for bird or beast and found none, 
wSaw no track of deer or rabbit, 
In the snow beheld no footprints, 15 

In the ghastly, gleaming forest 
Fell, and could not rise from weakness, 
Perished there from cold and hunger. 
O the famine and the fever! 

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THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 167 

O the wasting of the famine! 20 

O the blasting of the fever! 
O the waiHng of the children! 

the anguish of the women! 

All the earth was sick and famished; 
Hungry was the air around them, 25 

Hungry was the sky above them, 
And the hungry stars in heaven 
Like the eyes of wolves glared at them! 

Into Hiawatha's wigwam 
Came two other guests as silent 30 

As the ghosts were, and as gloomy, 
Waited not to be invited, 
Did not parley at the doorway, 
Sat there without word of welcome 
In the seat of Laughing Water; 35 

Looked with haggard eyes and hollow 
At the face of Laughing Water. 

And the foremost said: ''Behold me! 

1 am Famine, Bukadawin!" 

And the other said: "Behold me! 40 

I am Fever, Ahkosewin!" 

And the lovely Minnehaha 
Shuddered as they looked upon her. 
Shuddered at the words they uttered. 
Lay down on her bed in silence, 45 

Hid her face, but made no answer; 
Lay there trembling, freezing, burning 
At the looks they cast upon her. 
At the fearful words they uttered. 

Forth into the empty forest 50 

Rushed the maddened Hiawatha; 
In his heart was deadly sorrow, 
In his face a stony firmness; 



l68 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

On his brow tlie sweat of angiiisli 

Started, but it froze and fell not. 55 

Wrapped in furs and armed for hunting-, 
With his mighty bow of ash-tree, 
With his quiver full of arrows, 
With his mittens, Minjekahwun, 
Into the vast and vacant forest 60 

On his snow-shoes strode he forward. 

"Gitche Manito, the Mighty!" 
Cried he with his face uplifted 
In that bitter hour of anguish, 
"Give your children food, O father! 65 

Give us food, or we must perish ! 
Give me food for Minnehaha, 
For my dying Minnehaha!"' 

Through the far-resounding forest, 
Through the forest vast and vacant 70 

Rang that cry of desolation, 
But there came no other answer 
Than the echo of his crying, 
Than the echo of the woodlands, 
''Minnehaha! Minnehaha!" 75 

All day long roved Hiawatha 
In that melancholy forest, 
Through the shadow of whose thickets, 
In the pleasant days of Summer, 
Of that ne'er forgotten Summer, 80 

He had brought his young wife homeward 
From the land of the Dacotahs; 
When the birds sang in the thickets, 
And the streamlets laughed and glistened, 
And the air was full of fragrance, 85 

And the lovely Laughing Water 
Said with voice that did not tremble. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 169 

*'I will follow you, my husband!" 

In the wigwam with Nokomis, 
With those gloomy guests that watched 
her, 90 

With the Famine and the Fever, 
She w^as lying, the Beloved, 
She the dying Minnehaha. 

"Hark!" she said; "I hear a rushing, 
Hear a roaring and a rushing, 95 

Hear the Falls of Minnehaha 
Calling to me from a distance!" 
"No, my child!" said old Nokomis, 
" 'T is the night-wind in the pine-trees!" 

"Look!" she said; "I see my father 100 
Standing lonely at his doorway. 
Beckoning to me from his wigwam 
In the land of the Dacotahs!" 
"No, my child!" said old Nokomis, 
" 'T is the smoke, that waves and beck- 
ons!" 105 

"Ah!" said she, "the eyes of Pauguk 
Glare upon me in the darkness, 
I can feel his icy fingers 
Clasping mine amid the darkness! 
Hiawatha! Fliawatha!" no 

And the desolate Hiawatha, 
Far away amid the forest, 
Miles away among the mountains, 
Heard that sudden cry of anguish, 
Heard the voice of Minnehaha 115 

Calling to him in the darkness, 
"Hiawatha! Hiawatha!" 

Over snow-fields waste and pathless, 
Under snow-encumbered branches, 



170 TIIR SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Homeward hurried Hiawatha, 120 

Enipty-lianded, heavy-hearted, 

Heard Nokomis moaning, waiHng: 

"Wahonowin ! Wahonowin ! 

Would that I had perished for you, 

Would that I were dead as you are! 125 

Wahonowin ! Wahonowin !" 

And he rushed into the wigwam, 
Saw the old Nokomis slowly 
Rocking to and fro and moaning, 
Saw his lovely Minnehaha 130 

Lying dead and cold before him, 
And his bursting heart within him 
Uttered such a cry of anguish. 
That the forest moaned and shuddered, 
That the very stars in heaven 135 

Shook and trembled with "his anguish. 

Then he sat down, still and speechless. 
On the bed of Minnehaha, 
At the feet of Laughing Water, 
At those willing feet, that never 140 

More would lightly run to meet him, 
Never more would lightly follow. 

With both hands his face he covered, 
Seven long days and nights he sat there. 
As if in a swoon he sat there, 145 

Speechless, motionless, unconscious 
Of the daylight or the darkness. 

Then they buried Minnehaha; 
In llie snow a grave they made her, 
In the forest deep and darksome, 150 

Underneath the moaning hemlocks; 
Clothed her in her richest garments, 
Wrapped her in her robes of ermine, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 171 

Covered her with snow, like ermine; 

Thus they buried Minnehaha. 155 

And at night a fire was Hghted, 
On her grave four times was kindled, 
For her soul upon its journey 
To the Islands of the Blessed. 
From his doorway Hiawatha 160 

Saw it burning in the forest, 
Lighting up the gloomy hemlocks; 
From his sleepless bed uprising. 
From the bed of Minnehaha, 
Stood and watched it at the doorway, 165 

That it might not be extinguished. 
Might not leave her in the darkness. 

"Farewell!" said he, "Minnehaha! 
Farewell, O my Laughing Water! 
All my heart is buried with you, 170 

All my thoughts go onward with you! 
Come not back again to labor, 
Come not back again to suffer. 
Where the Famine and the Fever 
Wear the heart and waste the body. 175 

Soon my task will be completed, 
Soon your footsteps I shall follow 
To the Islands of the Blessed, 
To the Kingdom of Ponemah, 
To the Land of the Hereafter!" 180 







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XXI. 

THE WHITE 

MAN'S FOOT. 

N his lodge beside a 
river, 

Close beside a frozen 
river, 

Sat an old man, sad and lonely. 
White his hair was as a snow-drift; 
Dull and low his fire was burning-, 5 

And the old man shook and trembled, 
Folded in his Waubewyon, 
In his tattered white-skin-wrapper, 
Hearing nothing but the tempest 
As it roared along the forest, lO 

Seeing nothing but the snow-storm, 
As it whirled and hissed and drifted. 
All the coals were white with ashes, 
And the fire was slowly dying, 
As a young man, walking lightly, 15 

At the open doorway entered. 
Red with blood of youth his cheeks were, 
Soft his eyes, as stars in Spring-time, 

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Bound his forehead was with grasses, 
Bound and plumed with scented grasses; 20 
On his Hps a smile of beauty, 
Filling all the lodge with sunshine, 
In his hand a bunch of blossoms 
Filling all the lodge with sweetness. 

''Ah, my son!" exclaimed the old man, 25 
"Happy are my eyes to see you. 
Sit here on the mat beside me, 
Sit here by the dying embers, 
Let us pass the night together. 
Tell me of your strange adventures, 30 

Of the lands where you have travelled; 
I will tell you of my prowess. 
Of my many deeds of wonder," 

From his pouch he drew his peace-pipe. 
Very old and strangely fashioned; 35 

Made of red stone was the pipe-head. 
And the stem a reed with feathers; 
Filled the pipe with bark of willow, 
Placed a burning coal upon it. 
Gave it to his guest, the stranger, 40 

And began to speak in this wise: 
"When I blow my breath about me, 
When I breathe upon the landscape. 
Motionless are all the rivers. 
Hard as stone becomes the water!" 45 

And the young man answered, smiling: 
"When I blow my breath about me. 
When I breathe upon the landscape. 
Flowers spring up o'er all the meadows. 
Singing, onward rush the rivers!" 50 

"When I shake my hoary tresses," 
Said the old man, darkly frowning, 



174 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

"All the land with snow is covered; 

All the leaves from all the branches 

Fall and fade and die and wither, 55 

For I breathe, and lo! they are not. 

From the waters and the marshes 

Rise the wild goose and the heron, 

Fly away to distant regions, 

For I speak, and lo! they are not. 60 

And where'er my footsteps wander. 

All the wild beasts of the forest 

Hide themselves in holes and caverns, 

And the earth becomes as flintstone!" 

"When I shake my flow^ing ringlets," 65 

Said the young man, softly laughing, 
"Showers of rain fall warm and welcome, 
Plants lift up their heads rejoicing. 
Back unto their lakes and' marshes 
Come the wild goose and the heron, 70 

Flomeward shoots the arrowy sw^allow, 
Sing the bluebird and the robin, 
And w^here'er my footsteps wander, 
All the meadows wave w^ith blossoms, 
All the woodlands ring with music, 75 

All the trees are dark wnth foliage!" 

While they spake, the night departed: 
From the distant realms of Wabun, 
From his shining lodge of silver, 
Like a warrior robed and painted, 80 

Came the sun, and said, "Behold nie! 
Gheezis, the great sun, behold me!" 

Then the old man's tongue was speechless 
And the air grew w^arm and pleasant, 
And upon the wigwam sweetly 85 

Sang the bhu'l)ir(l and the robin. 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. I75 

And the stream began to murmur, 
And a scent of growing grasses 
Through the lodge was gently wafted. 

And Segwun, the youthful stranger, 90 

More distinctly in the daylight 
Saw the icy face before him; 
It was Peboan, the Winter! 

From his eyes the tears were flowing, 
As from melting lakes the streamlets, 95 
And his body shrunk and dwindled 
As the shouting sun ascended, 
Till into the air it faded, 
Till into the ground it vanished. 
And the young man saw before him, 100 

On the hearth-stone of the wigwam, 
Where the fire had smoked and smouldered. 
Saw the earliest flower of Spring-time, 
Saw the Beauty of the Spring-time, 
Saw the Miskodeed in blossom. 105 

Thus it was that in the North-land 
After that unheard-of coldness, 
That intolerable Winter, 
Came the Spring with all its splendor, 
All its birds and all its blossoms, no 

All its flowers and leaves and grasses. 

Sailing on the wind to northward. 
Flying in great flocks, like arrows. 
Like huge arrows shot through heaven, 
Passed the swan, the Mahnahbezee, 115 

Speaking almost as a man speaks; 
And in long lines waving, bending 
Like a bow-string snapped asunder, 
Came the white goose, Waw-be-wawa; 
And in pairs, or singly flying, 120 



17^ THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Mahiig the loon, with clangorous pinions, 
The blue heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, 
And the grouse, the Mushkodasa. 

In the thickets and the meadows 
Piped the bluebird, the Owaissa, 125 

On the summit of the lodges 
Sang the Opechee, the robin. 
In the covert of the pine-trees 
Cooed the pigeon, the Omemee, 
And the sorrowing Hiawatha, 130 

Speechless in his infinite sorrow. 
Heard their voices calling to him, 
Went forth from his gloomy doorway, 
Stood and gazed into the heaven, 
Gazed upon the earth and waters. 135 

From his wanderings far to eastw^ard, 
From the regions of the morning, 
From the shining land of Wabun, 
Homeward now returned lagoo. 
The great traveller, the great boaster, 140 
Full of new and strange adventures. 
Marvels many and many wonders. 

And the people of the village 
Listened to him as he told them 
Of his marvellous adventures, 145 

Laughing answered him in this wise: 
"Ugh! it is indeed lagoo! 
No one else beholds such wonders!" 

He had seen, he said, a water 
Bigger than the Big-Sea-Water, 150 

I'roader than the Gitche Gumee, 
I)itter so that none could drink it! 
At each other looked the warriors, 
Looked the uomen at each other, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATttA. I77 

Smiled, and said, ''It cannot be so! 155 

Kaw!" they said, "it cannot be so!" 

O'er it, said he, o'er this water 
Came a great canoe with pinions, 
A canoe with wings came flying. 
Bigger than a grove of pine-trees, 160 

Taller than the tallest tree-tops! 
And the old men and the women 
Looked and tittered at each other; 
*'Kaw!" they said, "we don't believe it!" 

From its mouth, he said, to greet him, 165 
Came Waywassimo, the lightning. 
Came the thunder, Annemeekee! 
And the warriors and the women 
Laughed aloud at poor lagoo ; 
"Kaw!" they said, "what tales you tell us!" 170 

In it, said he, came a people, 
In the great canoe with pinions 
Came, he said, a hundred warriors; 
Painted white were all their faces, 
And with hair their chins were covered! 175 
And the warriors and the women 
Laughed and shouted in derision, 
Like the ravens on the tree-tops, 
Like the crows upon the hemlocks. 
"Kaw!" they said, "what lies you tell us! 180 
Do not think that we believe them!" 

Only Hiawatha laughed not, 
But he gravely spake and answered 
To their jeering and their jesting: 
"True is all lagoo tells us; 185 

I have seen it in a vision, 
Seen the great canoe with pinions, 
Seen the people with white faces, 



178 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

Seen the coming of this bearded 

People of the wooden vessel 190 

From the regions of the morning, 

From the shining land of Wabun. 

"Gitche Manito the Mighty, 
The Great Spirit, the trcator. 
Sends them hither on his errand, 195 

Sends them to us with his message. 
Wheresoe'er they move, before them 
Swarms the stinging fly, the Ahmo, 
Swarms the bee, the honey-maker; 
Wheresoe'er they tread, beneath them 200 

vSprings a flower unknown among us, 
S[>rlngs the White-man's Foot in blossom. 

"Let us welcome, then, the strangers. 
Hail them as our friends, and brothers, 
And tlip heart's right hand of friendship 205 
Give them when they come to see us. 
Gitche Manito, the Mighty, 
Said this to me in my vision. 

*'I beheld, too, in that vision 
All the secrets of the future, 210 

Of the distant days that shall be. 
I beheld the westward marches 
Of the unknown, crowded nations. 
All the land was full of people, 
Restless, struggling, toiling, striving, 215 

Speaking many tongues, yet feeling 
Rut one heart-beat in their bosoms. 
In the woodlands rang their axes. 
Smoked their towns in all the valleys, 
Over all the lakes and rivers 220 

Rushed their great canoes of thunder. 

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Passed before me, vague and cloud-like: 

I beheld our nation scattered, 

All forgetful of my counsels, 225 

Weakened, warring with each other; 

Saw the remnants of our people 

Sweeping westward, wild and woful, 

Like the cloud-rack of a tempest. 

Like the withered leaves of Autumn!" 230 











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HIAWATHA'S 

DEPARTURE. 

Y the shore of Gitche 

Gumee, 
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At the doorway of his 
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In the pleasant summer morning, 
Hiawatha stood and waited. 5 

All the air was full of freshness, 
All the earth was bright and joyous. 
And before him, through the sunshine, 
Westward toward the neighboring forest 
Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo, lo 

Passed the bees, the honey-makers, 
Burning, singing in the sunshine. 

Bright above him shone the lieavcns, 
Level spread the lake before him ; 
' l^>om its bosom leaped the sturgeon, 15 

Sparkling, flashing in the sunshine; 

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On its margin the great forest 

Stood reflected in the water, 

Every tree-top had its shadow, 

Motionless beneath the water. 20 

From the brow of Hiawatha 
Gone was every trace of sorrow, 
As the fog from off the water, 
As the mist from off the meadow. 
With a smile of joy and triumph, 25 

With a look of exultation, 
As of one who in a vision 
Sees what is to be, but is not, 
Stood and waited Hiawatha. 

Toward the sun his hands were lifted, 30 
Both the palms spread out against it. 
And between the parted fingers 
Fell the sunshine on his features, 
Flecked with light his naked shoulders, 
As it falls and flecks an oak-tree 35 

Through the rifted leaves and branches. 

O'er the water floating, flying. 
Something in the hazy distance, 
Something in the mists of morning, 
Loomed and lifted from the water, 40 

Now seemed floating, now seemed flying, 
Coming nearer, nearer, nearer. 

Was it Shingebis the diver? 
Was it the pelican, the Shada? 
Or the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah? 45 

Or the white goose, W^aw-be-wawa, 
With the water dripping, flashing 
From its glossy neck and feathers? 

It was neither goose nor diver, 
Neither pelican nor heron, 5^ 



l82 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

O'er ihc water, lloatini^, flying-, 

Through the shining mist of morning, 

But a bircli canoe with paddles, 

Rising, sinking on the water, 

Dripping, flashing in tlie sunshine; 55 

And within it came a people 

From the distant land of Wabun, 

From the farthest realms of morning 

Came the Black-Robe chief, the Prophet, 

He the Priest of Prayer, the Pale-face, 60 

With his guides and his companions. 

And the noble Hiawatha, 
With his hands aloft extended, 
Held aloft in sign of welcome, 
W^aited, full of exultation, 65 

Till the birch canoe with paddles 
Grated on the shining pebbles. 
Stranded on the sandy margin, 
Till the Black-Robe chief, the Pale-face, 
With the cross upon his bosom, 70 

Landed on the sandy margin. 

Then the joyous Hiawatha 
Cried aloud and spake in this wise: 
''Beautiful is the sun, O strangers, 
When you come so far to see us! 75 

All our town in peace a\vaits you; 
All our doors stand open for you; 
You shall enter all our wigwams. 
For the heart's right hand we give you. 

"Never bloomed the earth so gayly, 80 

Never shone the sun so brightly, 
As to-day they shine and blossom 
When you come so far to see us! 
Never was our lake so tranquil, 



THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 183 

Nor so free from rocks and sand-bars; 85 
For your birch canoe in passing 
Has removed both rock and sand-bar. 

"Never before had our tobacco 
Such a sweet and pleasant flavor, 
Never the broad leaves of our corn-fields 90 
Were so beautiful to look on, 
As they seem to us this morning, 
When you come so far to see us!" 

And the Black-Robe chief made answer, 
Stammered in his speech a little, 95 

Speaking words yet unfamiliar: 
"Peace be with you, Hiawatha, 
Peace be with you and your people, 
Peace of prayer, and peace of pardon. 
Peace of Christ, and joy of Mary!" 100 

Then the generous Hiawatha 
Led the strangers to his wigwam, 
Seated them on skins of bison. 
Seated them on skins of ermine. 
And the careful old Nokomis 105 

Brought them food in bowls of bass-wood. 
Water brought in birchen dippers. 
And the calumet, the peace-pipe. 
Filled and lighted for their smoking. 

All the old men of the village, no 

All the warriors of the nation. 
All the Jossakeeds, the prophets, 
The magicians, the Wabenos, 
And the medicine-men, the Medas, 
Came to bid the strangers welcome; 115 

"It is well," they said, "O brothers. 
That you come so far to see us;" 

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With their pipes they sat in silence, 
Waiting to behold the strangers, 120 

Waiting to receive their message; 
Till the Black-Robe chief, the Pale-face, 

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From the wigwam came to greet them, 
Staniniering in his speech a little, 
Speaking words yet unfamiliar; 
"it is well," they said, **0 br(jthcr, 



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That you come so far to see us!" 

Then the Black-Robe chief, the prophet, 
Told his message to the people, 
Told the purport of his mission, 130 

Told them of the Virgin Mary, 
And her blessed Son, the Saviour, 
How in distant lands and ages 
He had lived on earth as we do; 
How he fasted, prayed, and labored; 135 

How the Jews, the tribe accursed. 
Mocked him, scourged him, crucified him; 
How he rose from where they laid him, 
Walked again with his disciples. 
And ascended into heaven. 140 

And the chiefs made answer, saying: 
"We have listened to your message. 
We have heard your words of wisdom, 
We will think on what you tell us. 
It is well for us, O brothers, 145 

That you come so far to see us!" 

Then they rose up and departed 
Each one homeward to his wigwam, 
To the young men and the women 
Told the story of the strangers 150 

Whom the Master of Life had sent them 
From the shining land of Wabun. 
Heavy with the heat and silence 
Grew the afternoon of Summer, 
WTth a drowsy sound the forest 155 

Whispered round the sultry wigwam, 
With a sound of sleep the water 
Rippled on the beach below it; 
From the corn-fields shrill and ceaseless 
Sang the grasshopper, Pah-puk-keena; 160 



l86 THE SONG OF HIAWATHA. 

And the guests of Hiawatha, 
Weary with the heat of Sunnner, 
Shinibered in the suhry wigwam. 

Slowly o'er the simmering landscape 
Fell the evening's dusk and coolness, 165 
And the long and level sunbeams 
Shot their spears into the forest, 
Breaking through its shields of shadow, 
Rushed into each secret ambush, 
Searched each thicket, dingle, hollow; 170 
Still the guests of Hiawatha 
Slumbered in the silent wigwam. 

From his place rose Hiawatha, 
Bade farewell to old Nokomis, 
Spake in whispers, spake in this wise, 175 
Did not wake the guests, that slumbered: 

"I am going, O Nokomis, 
On a long and distant journey. 
To the portals of the Sunset, 
To the regions of the home-wind, 180 

Of the Northwest wind, Keewaydin. 
But these guests I leave behind me. 
In your watch and ward I leave them; . 
See that never harm comes near them, 
See that never fear molests them, 185 

Never danger nor suspicion. 
Never want of food or shelter, 
In the lodge of Hiawatha!" 

Forth into the village went he. 
Bade farewell to all the w^arriors, 190 

Bade farewell to all the young men, 
Spake persuading, spake in this wise: 

'T am going, O my people. 
On a long and distant journey; 




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Many moons and many winters 195 

Will have come, and will have vanished, 
Ere I come again to see you. 
But my guests I leave behind me; 
Listen to their words of wisdom. 
Listen to the truth they tell you, 200 

For the Master of Life has sent them 
From the land of light and morning!" 

On the shore stood Hiawatha, 
Turned and waved his hand at parting; . 
On the clear and luminous water 205 

Launched his birch canoe for sailing, 
From the pebbles of the margin 
Shoved it forth into the water; 
Whispered to it, "Westward! westward!" 
And with speed it darted forward. 210 

And the evening sun descending 
Set the clouds on fire with redness, 
Burned the broad sky, like a prairie, 
Left upon the level water 
One long track and trail of splendor, 215 
Down whose stream, as down a river. 
Westward, westward Hiawatha 
Sailed into the fiery sunset. 
Sailed into the purple vapors. 
Sailed into the dusk of evening. 220 

And the people from the margin 
Watched him floating, rising, sinking, 
Till the birch canoe seemed Hfted 
High into that sea of splendor, 
Till it sank into the vapors 225 

Like the new moon slowly, slowly 
Sinking in the purple distance. 

And they said, ''Farewell forever!" 



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Said, ''Farewell, O Hiawatha!" 

And the forests, dark and lonely, 230 

Moved through all their depths of darkness, 

Sighed, 'Tarewell, O Hiawatha!" 

And the waves upon the margin 

Rising, rippling on the pebbles. 

Sobbed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!" 235 

And the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, 

From her haunts among the fen-lands. 

Screamed, "Farewell, O Hiawatha!" 

Thus departed Hiawatha, 
Hiawatha the Beloved, 240 

In the glory of the sunset, 
In the purple mists of evening. 
To the regions of the home-wind, 
Of the Northwest wdnd, Keewaydin, 
To the Islands of the Blessed, 245 

To the kingdom of Ponemah, 
To the land of the Hereafter! 




NOTES 

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THE SONG OF HIAWATHA 

The poein is founded ujion traditions prevailing among the North 
American Indians, wherein a liero of miraculous and supernatural 
origin came among them, to clear their forests, fishing grounds 
and rivers of harmful impediments. He succeeded for the time in 
establisJiing peace among the warring nations, and taught them 
the useful arts and industries. He was known by different names 
among the various tribes. See Schoolcraffs Algic Researches, Vol I, 
page 134, giving the Iroquois version, as recounted by an Onondaga 
Chief; also consult his History of the Indian Tribes, Part III, page 
314. Mucli praise is due to Mr. Schoolcraft for his faithful work in 
preserving to the world so much valuable information and inter- 
esting legendary lore, pertaining to the American Aborigines. 

Intro., L. 13. Land of the Ojibways. Tliey lived on the southern 
shore of Lake Superior, between Grand Sable and the Pictured 
Rocks. 

Intro., L. 14. The Dacotahs comprised many tribes in the North- 
west. Those known as the Sioux are doubtless referred to here. 
The scene of the poem is the upper jieninsula of Michigan. 

Intro., L. 41. Vale of Tawasentha; a beautiful valley near the 
Hudson River, in Albany County, N. Y., now called Norman's Kill. 

Intro., L. 98. "I fearlessly assert to the world (and I defy con- 
tradiction) that the North American Indian is everywhere, in his 
native state, a highly moral and religious being, endowed by his 
Waker with an intuitive knowledge of some great author of his 
being and the Universe ; in dread of whose displeasure he constantly 
lives, with the ap]>rehension before him of a future state, where he 
expe(;ts to l)e rewarded or punished according to the merits he has 
gained or forfeited in this world." Catlin's Manners and Customs 
of the NortJi American T)idians, j)age 158. 

Ch. i, L. 1. — Mountains of the Prairie; located in the northwest- 
ern i)art of Minnesota, near the source of the Mississippi. 

The Red Pii)e Stone Quarry was near the mountains, and the 
Indians, by common consent, made the territory around it neutral. 
Catlin tells us (Vol. II, i)age 1(10) that from tliis spot the Indian 
tribes procured the stone for their tobacco i)ii)es, and it was here that 
the Calumet had its origin, which so many times has sent its thril- 
ling fumes over the land, and sooth(»d the fury of the relcMitless siiv- 
age. It was here that the (heat Spirit called all the tribes together, 
and standing on a precipice, he fashioned a pipe and puflFed the 
smoke to (he Ivist and South and AVest, t<dling them that the stone 
wjiH re<l because made from the flesh of the Indians after the deluge, 
that it was sacre<l to jM'ace, and was to be used only for peace-pipes 



KOTES 0:^" THE SOXG OF HIAWATHA 

thereafter ; exhorting them to cease fighting and love one another : 
at the last whiff his head entered a cloud, and the rocks under his 
feet were melted and glazed for miles around. 

Ch. i, L. 43. — The Valley of Wyoming, in Northern Pennsyl- 
vania, on the River Susquehanna, near Wilkesbarre, was the scene 
of a terrible massacre on July 5, 1778, by the Indians and Tories. It 
is made famous by Campbell's stirring poem, "Gertrude of Wyo- 
ming. ' ' Tuscaloosa was a part of Alabama, named from the chief 
who was defeated by De Soto in 1540. 

Ch. i, L. 99. — "I have given you lands to hunt in." Governor 
Stanton, of Kansas, repeated these sixteen lines in a speech to a 
delegation of five hundred Free State men, who met him at Law- 
rence during the exciting and bloody events of state organiza- 
tion. The quotation was timely and appropriate, and made a deep 
impression. 

Ch. ii, L. 128. — We are here reminded of the similarly beautiful 
Greek legends of the stars. Perseus and Andromeda, associated in 
life, were placed fixedly in the skies by the gods, to revolve forever 
around the great Polar star; while Cepheus and Cassiopeia, the 
parents of the maiden, bore them company close by. 

Ch. ii, L. 226 — "Shawondasee is represented as an affluent, 
plethoric old man, who has grown unwieldl}^ from repletion, and 
seldom moves. He keeps his eyes steadfastly fixed on the north. 
When he sighs, in autumn, we have those balmy southern airs, 
which communicate warmth and delight over tlie northern hemis- 
phere, and make the Indian Summer." — Schoolcraft's Algic 
Researches, Vol. ii, page 214. y 

Ch. iii, L. 80. "Hush! the naked baar will get thee!" Hecke- 
welder, in Transactions of the Americom Philosophical Society, 
Vol. IV, page 260, tells us of a legend prevailing among the Mohi- 
cans and Dela wares: "The naked bear was tlie most ferocious of all 
the animals, — much larger than the common bear, and entirely 
devoid of hair, except a patch of white fur upon his back. To meet 
him was considered a dire calamity. Indian mothers would frighten 
their children, when crying, by saying, 'Husli ! the naked bear will 
hear you; will jump on you and devour you!" ' 

Ch. iv, L. 257. "The Falls of Minnehaha" (Laughing Water,— 
so named by the Indians). Between the Falls of St. Anthony and 
Fort Snelling, the scenery of Minnesota is exquisitely beautiful. 
Here, on a small river of the same name, a mile and a half from its 
junction with the Mississippi, is located the Cascade so noted in 
song and story. They are about sixty feet in height, and distant 
five miles southeast of the great city of Minneapolis, which now 
surrounds the Falls of St. Anthony. The mighty power of the 
Mississippi is here used to turn the wheels of the monster grist mills 
of this land of corn and grain, in which the legends say that 
Hiawatha first planted the seeds of Mondamin or Maize. 

Ch. vii, L. 17. — Taquamenaw, a river of northeastern Michigan, 
located in Chippewa County 



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Ch, vii, L. lOG. — We lejiiii fioin CatUn, page 005, that the birch 
cauoes of the Chippewa Indians were without question the most airy 
and beautiful models of water craft ever invented. They were 
usually made of the rind of one l)irch tree, ingeniously shaped and 
sewn with tamarack roots (called wattak). They were perfectly 
tight, and rode on the water like a cork. 

Ch. X, L. l-oand 15 !3(). — These passages, wherein Hiawatha and 
Nokomis philo.sophize and discuss the subject of matrimony, are 
perhaps, more often (juoted than any other sentiments of the poem. 

Ch. xi, L. 81. From Catlin's Mctnncrs (Did Cnsfomy. of ilw North 
American Itididufi, page 101. we learn that "Pemmican and Marrow- 
fat" was a staple article of food; the pemmican was buffalo meat, 
dried very hard and pounded in a wooden mortar, nearly as tine as 
stiwdust, then packed dry in bladders or skins, in which shape it 
could be preserved for a long time. From the large buffalo bones a 
prodigious (quantity of marrow was obtained, which was boiled out 
and also preserved in bladders, and had the appearance of and 
flavor of rich yellow butter when cool anil hard. 

Ch. xi, L. 41. Catlin tells us (page 100), that among the 
Western Tribes the host did not eat with his invited guests at a 
feast; but sat near by or waited upon them, deliberately filling and 
lighting the pipe which was passed around at the end of the feast. 

Ch. xi, L. 46. "With tobacco fj'om the South-land." The 
tobacco-plant was originalh' confined to territory south of the 
Ohio River. In the War of 1S1*2, Tecumseh obtained it for his 
negotiations from the Indians of Virginia and Kentucky. 

From Catlin, page 100, we learn that the bark of the red willow 
was used by the Northern Tribes in place of tobacco. They 
called it "K'ni(dv-K*nick,"* from which word is derived the name of 
a famous brand of manufactured tobacco called "Kili-Kinic. "' 

Ch. xi, L. 118. "Sand-hills of the Nagow Wudjoo." For a full 
description of the Grand Sable, see Foster & Whitney's Geology of 
Lake Superior, Part II, page 131 

The Grand Sable vies with the Pictured Rocks in scenic interest. 
The voyaguer passes abruptly from lofty c-lifFs of sandstone to high 
mountains of barren sand. Some are over 850 feet in height, and 
form a desert waste, stretching along the coast of Lake Sui)erior 
for many miles. Here and there may be seen scanty clumps of trees 
staniling out like oases in the Desert of Sahara. 

Ch. xii, L. 8. "Or the Red Swan, floating, flying." — See ScJiooI- 
craft'fi Algic Researches, Vol. II, page 0. In this legend, three 
brothers made a wager as to who sliould bring home the flrst game 
from their hunt. They were to shoot no animal other than what 
they were accustomed to kill. The youngest one, Odjibwa, killed a 
bear contrary to agreement. While skinning him, a strong red 
haze filled the air around, and he heard a weird sound like a human 
voice nearby. Following it he came to a lake, upon who.se bosom 
sat the Red Swati. glittering in the sunlight. After shooting away 
every arrow in vain, he returned to the c;amp and took thence three 



NOTES ON THE SONG OP HIAAA^ATHA 

magic arrows from his deceased father's medicine pouch, thereby 
committing a sacrilege. T he third and last arrow struck the swan 
in the neck, but the beautiful bird with a charmed life, rose slowly, 
flapping its wings, and finally disappeared in the twilight toward 
the setting sun. 

Ch. xiii, L. 5. "Sing the mysteries of Mondamin." The Indians 
greatly prized their maze, and held it in veneration as a gift from 
the Great Spirit. Another pretty legend refers to its origin as the 
answer to the prayer of a young brave at his fast of virility, or com- 
ing into manhood. Under the guise of handsome youth, a full stalk 
in ears and tassel was set down on the earth by the Great Spirit 

The culture and harvest of the maize was left to the women, the 
youth and the aged men. The work was not compulsory, but 
assumed voluntarily by tlie women as their proper division of labor, 
while the men attended to the more arduous duties of hunting, 
fishing, and defending their homes and territory from enemies. 
With an abundant harvest of corn the faithful squaw felt herself 
well able to royally entertain the guests of her husband's lodge. 

The Indians planted their maze in the spring time, when the 
young leaves of the oak tree were as large as a squirrel's foot. 

Ch. xiii, L. 54. "That the fields shall be more fruitful." It was 
an ancient and well-established belief that the worms, insects, and 
other marauders could not cross the charmed lines made by the 
footsteps of a woman, as she ran around the field on a dark night, 
having divested herself of all attire. She usually carried and 
dragged her matchecota, or principal garment, in one hand. See 
Oneota,psigG G3. 

Ch. xiii, L. 153. "With his prisoner string he bound him." 
This was woven of the bark of the elm tree. The leader of a war 
party carried several of these, and bound the prisoners as they were 
brought to him in battle. 

Ch. xiii, L. 209. From the Indian harvest frolic is doubtless 
derived the former New England custom at husking bees, where 
the young man who found a red ear of corn was expected to kiss all 
the maidens in the party. 

Ch. xiii, L. 217. Wagemin was literally a crooked ear of corn. 
Conventionally, the name was applied to a traditional little old 
man, who pilfered his living in the corn fields. Pamosaid M^as 
literally "a night walker," and conveyed the same idea of a nightly 
thief of the maize fields. The names were both used in the harvest 
songs of the Algonquin Indians. 

Ch. xiv, L. 123. In the Chippeway notation, there are over two 
hundred characters. There are numerous specimens of Indian sym- 
bol-writing throughout the continent, but as they indicate ideas 
rather than words, the translation of their meaning is difficult and 
confusing. A celebrated instance is that on the Dighton pictured 
rock, near Taunton, Mass., an inscription of ancient Indian origin, 
though formerly ascribed to the traditional Northmen, of Vineland. 

Ch. XV, L. 97. The word "Medicine" meant to the Indian, not 



2sOTES UX TUE SUXG 01-" UlAWATUA 

only an article potent in liealin';, but also that Jibstract or con- 
crete subtle and mysterious power wliicli was exercised over the 
known world by the beings of the spirit world. The Indian youth 
acquired his medicine poucli in the following way: When about 
fourteen years old, lie wandereil away from his father's lodge, fast- 
ing for several days in a secluded spot, and crying to the Great 
Spirit. During this i)eriod the first small animal or bird or reptile 
that he dreamed of, was accepted as his mysterious protector 
through life. After returning to his parental lodge and assuaging 
his hunger, he sallied forth and hunted until he secrured one of the 
animals, whose skin he preserved and ornamented according to 
his own taste and skill; then carried it with him "for luck" during 
the whole of his life. Tliis pouch gave liiin strength in battle, and 
was supposed to contain his guardian spirit. It was buried with 
him at his death, and conducted him to the Happy Hunting Grounds. 
See Catlin, page 71. 

Cli. XV, L. 191. After death the red man's spirit was supposed to 
travel for many days toward tlie west, until it reacdied a dark, deep 
and rapid river, surrounded by high and jagged roc;ks. Over this he 
crossed on a long and slippery pine log, and then was conveyed over 
a beautiful lake to the Islands of the Blessed, on a canoe that was 
hewn of stone. Catlin, page 588. 

Ch. xvi, L. 2. The Indians gave the name Yenadizze to a harum- 
scarum character, who was at the same time a fop, a gambler, a 
clown, braggadocio, and an aimless wamlerer arountl the country. 

Ch. xvi, L. G6. Bowl and Counters was a fascnnating game of 
hazard, common among the northern Indians. They sometimes 
gambled away their possessions, and, in extreme cases, even their 
wives and children, or personal liberty. Mr. St^hoolcraft says, how- 
ever, that excessive gambling was uncommon, except among a 
worthless class called Jenadizzewug, who correspond to the profes- 
sional sports and gamblers of our own time. 

Ch. xvii, L. 298. For a description of the Pictured Rocks, see 
.Foster & Whitney's Geology of Lake Superior, Part II, page 124. 
The Pictured Rocks are lofty cliffs of sandstone, and have been worn 
into an astonisliing variety of forms by the action of the waters of 
the lake, besides showing an astonishing variety and vividness of 
colors on their surface. Their deep caverns and recesses were 
peopled with strange and fanciful deities by the Indian imaginations 
and traditions. 

Ch. xix, L. 91. Catlin says that by an invariable custom among 
the northern Indians, their hospitality was so generous that any 
hungry person was allowed to walk into any man's lodge and eat. 

Ch. xxi, L. 202. "The white man's foot." The common plan- 
tain or plantago major. 

Ch. xxii, L. 03. The Illinois Indians are said to have saluted th© 
coming of Father Manj^uette in this way. 



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